A lot has happened, a lot has changed but a lot is still the same.
I lost someone. And it hurt, so much. But it made me free.
I had a week of sadness, of pain and sorrow but I had a week where I was completely free and just me. I had a week when the pain was too much and a week of strength. I was strong and I was hurting, it feelt like dying but it was so liberating.
It was my cat, my best friend of seventeen years, I lost her and she made me feel, she made me want this, want everything.
It has almost been a year without her, and I’m sad and I’m happy, I’m fighting, I ‘m stronger than ever before.
Her death was painful and it still is but it made me feel again and it made me enjoy every second of everyday.
Missing her is what I have, and it is the only thing I know how to do because I can’t remember a life without her, she made me peaceful.
Did saying goodbye to her mean letting go? And did letting go mean forever? Because that is not something I am capable to do.