Today I was finally able to get my life back.
Yet it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
Because the worst part of it all wasn’t the time wasted; those endless hours of panic, pining and sleepless nights.
It wasn’t even realising that there’s still something in me which loves you, which wishes above all else that none of this had to happen and how that wont change; at least, not for a long time.
It wasn’t even all the money, all the pain or how I got drenched.
It was the fact that when I needed help the most, though I rarely ask for it, I received none.
I was Frodo without Sam.
But luckily the adventure doesn’t end here.