Why is it the things that are in our best interests the hardest things to do? I can't comprehend why our love and lives are repaid to us in suffering. And when we can't bear anything more, we're left with sadness and regret. And nothing is harder than moving on, even when it's all that you are able to do. Let it go and move on. It's simple in knowing what needs to happen, but it's much harder to complete the actual severing of all that you have known for so long. And being brave enough to stand alone. I'm plagued by the fear that my unhappiness was my doing all along, that I am not capable of being anything but miserable. When you stand alone, there's only you to blame. I'm going to take these steps, and truly hope I have enough left of myself to have a life on my terms, with a hope for a future where I'm not trapped in someone else's nightmares. And maybe to enjoy my well earned peace of mind. It's time to get on with living, and stop merely existing. My success or failure in my hands alone. Please wish me luck.