Happiness appears to be putting things back in their box and burying them. After all the digging up of festering skeletons over the past week, I made the conscious decision to put them all back in their box and bury them properly. I've acknowledged that they were there now and having decided to leave them alone now I feel lighter. I slept last night for the first time in a while without waking up startled.
I'll admit that the painkillers could have a small part to play in this, but I feel relaxed and at ease today. I have certain people to thank for listening while I prattled on. But today, my head feels like it's in cotton wool and the stone that's laid on my chest for the last ... um ... at least few months (although i'll admit to having been a little highly strung for the past few years) has rolled away.
This is a statement that things in the past are now being left there. The past cannot be changed and it would be stupid to ruin the present because of it. Unknowingly I have surrounded myself with people I can feel close to - and I've taken the plunge into openly trusting people after such a long time. It feels good.
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