6/6/2018 -The First Day of the Rest of My Life

I don't know what the weather was like; what was on TV or even what my 16 year old son and his friends were up to - for 3 days. I know they were all crashing at my house and was grateful they chose to be there and surround their friend with teenage normalcy while my heart shattered into a million pieces and my world crumbled around me.

It wasn't the first time my husband had cheated on me but this time was the last. It wasn't even really me choosing to end the marriage as much as no longer having the strength keep working at a marriage that had long since died at his hands.

For 3 days, I cried, drank Pepsi and took anxiety medication (prescribed). I didn't eat; couldn't sleep and struggled to not let me son see how bad I was really hurting. I never knew that physically being unable to sleep, even in a state of complete exhaustion was possible, but there I was 72+ hours awake. When I'd start to fall asleep, my nervous system would shock me awake again. It took a visit to the ER and 'motion sickness' medication to release me to sleep.

It's been almost 8 years since then. It feels like a lifetime ago that happened just last week, but those days freed me from so many skeletons and traumas. And so my journey began...