A series of things happened in my early twenties that changed me.  My first marriage ended in divorce, I spent an entire year drinking myself numb and had three more really destructive relationships, I periodically saw a therapist who showed me that I was living for everyone else but me, a childhood friend died reminding me that even the best of us have a limited amount of time, I met my future husband, I moved back home with my parents, and I went back to college.  

It took almost four years, but when I finally came out of it, the roughest of patches, it seemed like I had suddenly woken up from a dream.  My decision to live differently seemed to happen in an instant and be just that easy, but really it had taken my whole life and every single thing that had happened to me to get to it.  

© Salahub 2003