This may be the end of “The Story”, but it is also the beginning of what unfolds in the days, weeks, and months ahead. This will be the last post from my journal entries.
Needless to say, the following days ahead brough many up, downs, twists, and turns. The physcial side of everything seemed to slowly fade away, while the mental and emotional, even sometimes social aspects of it all seemed to come through more. Some days it was only on side of things I had to face, other days it was all. They could start out just fine, and with the drop of a hat I would hit the wall, run to the bathroom and breakdown. It could go the other way too. I could start out with tears in my eyes all the way to work, then be pretty good for the rest of the day. I don’t know if Iwould just numb myself to get through the day or what. But the days began to come and go in a way the used to. I was different, but the basics of the day were the same. I know that the mental and emotional side will never truly go away. It will always be there, I will just lern how to deal with things better. This type of thing never goes away. It will always be a part of me. I will never “move on”, as people have told me to do, I will only “move forward”. Samantha is a part of me, she always will be. I will still grieve, it will just be less and it will change as time goes by.
Did I have my major melt downs? Of course I did. I even had a few blow ups, but I learned from them and oddly enough they helped me to move forward. I continued to visit Samantha, once the warmer months had arrived and her name was written on the wall. I learned to live life a little differently. I knew things would trip me up and I took them as they came. Deep down, they are making me stronger. I am not sure how yet, but somewhere down the road things will be connected and make more sense.
My journaling seemed to go from writing every day to get through the days and the weeks, to writing weekly to sum up the week and really take a good look at what happened. Then it got spaced out considerably by talking about things as they came up from month to month. All of the good, the not so good, and everywhere in between.
Don’t worry though, take heart, I will still continue to write, but it is time to change things up a little. I will continue to share my story, but in a different light. I am “moving forward”.