It has been three years since my last post. Three years? Three years! Sigh, three years. I don't know why I stopped writing. I tried to but I couldn't translate into words what was happening then. Honestly, until at this very moment, I am still grasping for adjectives.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I went back to my cocoon. My comfort zone. But even then, that place which I held sacred was slowly crumbling and I was defenceless. It was inevitable, but I was in denial. Maybe I still am. Maybe.
Can one really "pick up the pieces from where you left off"? If that is possible, I doubt it will be the same. The pieces, I mean. It won't fit, would it? Things definitely changed. And I do not adapt well to change, a major anxiety attack.
Nevertheless, my support system proved to be solid. My constant, my invariable. So, here I am again. Gradually crawling out of my reinforced cocoon. Beginning yet another cycle.
