I have become alive.

A year ago today I was crying in the passenger seat of a car coming back from a ski trip in Mass. At that point in my life all I dreamed about was being taken away from the monotonous misery that had become my routine. When I let myself be swept away, I happily left without telling anyone, lived in an imaginary world for a few days and then (as mentioned) cried on the way back to reality.

It is amazing how far I have come in twelve months. I never would have expected it. Now more than ever before I feel in control of my life. While the uncertainty is certainly still present, the despair has gone for a walk and it unlocked my cage on the way out.