I am getting my life back. It has been a slow process. It felt timeless, but was in reality four months, I did not feel like I was getting better. I reminded myself that I would be healed at some time, but it was only a theory as far as the reality of my emotions were concerned. Then, out of the blue, it was no longer a theory. I was lying awake, watching the sky and the trees in the darkness. I realised that I had passed the half way mark in my misery. There was no defining moment, no thought that spurred this realisation. Just the knowledge that it was true, all of a sudden, unbidden but gladly welcomed.
My mind stood at the top of a mountain. On the climb up, she could not see the other side. Now, she can see not only the golden happiness in the distance, but the journey behind her, the struggle and hurt. When she reaches the field, when I am finally better, she will be able to remember the pain of the journey, but the mountain should block her view of the path.

It was only a fleeting thought, but I knew it was the most important I've had in months.