I was, I think in retrospect, caught in some huge spiritual emptiness, all my old ideas about life and how to live it in which I’d been raised having turned out to be a total failure, a shame and a lie, and yet I had nothing else to take their place. How could I go back to nothing? I needed to re-create myself, and I did not know what that was or how to do it or even that that was what I was trying to do.
It is as if we lurched out from a riverside dock to cross to a landing on the opposite shore—only to discover in midstream that the landing was no longer there. (And when we looked back at the other shore, we saw that the dock we left had just broken loose and was heading downstream.
Nothing is forever... Not even pain. I know you are all going through hell but please remember it will end one day. Things will get brighter and once again you will be happy. You just have to believe. Please so give up, never ever give up. You are so strong, so much stronger than you think you are.