My lemon tree is thriving and so am I.
Today, I saw my doctor. We talked about my travels. Like a kid, I reported all my accomplishments. Like doing one day of Couch 2 5k but earnestly sincerely vowing to complete the program.
There was nothing to report about my symptoms. It has been almost one year since I was in the mental hospital.
I am slowing coming out of my severe depression. I haven’t been crying. I haven’t been despondent.
I am very slowly determinedly marching forward.
I still mourn my former life and my former self. But, I’m finally coming to acceptance that is all in the past.
I am learning that I can have a new life. A happy life. A fulfilled life. Without any of the stuff I previously thought was important.
Letting go has been ten times harder than I would have ever thought.
However, I am joyful at seeing some sunlight.
See my stuff? It’s shifting toward the door.
That’s right. I’m leaving the nest!
Tomorrow morning, I sign the rental lease and get the keys to my modest one bedroom apartment. It is not unlike my very first apartment. Now, as back then, it is like a palace to me.
I’m excited about moving this weekend and making the place my own.
Yes, the decorating theme is Paris. I’ve already bought the comforter set.