I more or less just clicked on my old blog by accident and all of a sudden I remembered that it still exists. There maybe will come the day I'll delete it, somewhere on the road ahead, many crossroads yet to come, watching roads diverge, and regretting which one I chose or was chosen for me... But until then I'll forget it again and I am convinced that chance will lead me back to it.
This place, this blog, seems nothing but surreal, with all of it's sadness, with all of the thoughts I had beack then, and the feelings that tortured me.
It's amazing to see how much of an other person I have become.
I've been self-harm free for a year and some days. Estoy piensando que finalemente estoy limpia. When I left this blog I didn't speak a single word of Spanish. And I continued. Continued living. Continued going to school (After convincing my parents to allow me to). And Spanish has become a symbol to me. A symbol of hope, that never ceases, and knowing that something always works.
Yesterday my best friend said that she had the impression that I'm learning langauges in theapeutic ways and I think she is right.
Goodbye for now
