Over the past year, with the help of many people here, I thought I grew stronger from the emotional hell I put myself in.
I did some sharing and cried my heart out, got some kick ass advice, and I thought it managed to build me into a stronger person for myself.
I thought that I was able to get through the fact that I lost someone that I loved dearly, that I was able to get past the heartache.
And after getting kicked in the ass a few times by certain individuals. I thought I'd managed to rebuild my self esteem and live like I was supposed to live.
But this morning I realise I was wrong, completely dead wrong.
I'm still as weak and helpless as I was a year and a half ago.
Draft: January 2016