I was sitting on my couch the other day when it seemed that everything that happened in the past 7 months hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't catch my breath. I was shaking but yet, I couldn't move. It was unlike anything I've ever felt before. And then, I cried. Deep gutwrenching sobs. I called Sarah and just cried. I couldn't control it. I had to get it out. And my therapist told me this would happen. I just didn't think it would happen now. I was here, all alone. Maybe it was that. The "alone" part of things. I had all the time in the world to just think. I really just...let it sink in. But yet, at the end of it all, while the pain was still there, I realized something. One day, not today by any means, but one day... I will be ok. And thats something to look foward to. I have alot to work on. Many issues to work past. But I am determined that I will make it. Sometimes, its ok to admit that you need a helping hand. I admitted it. I still do. I know that what I'm going through, I can't do it alone. And with that knowledge, I extend my hand to anyone who needs it. Its ok to cry. Its ok to hurt. Its....ok.