It’s funny how we make ourselves forget moments in time that were painful or upsetting and how we bury them way down deep…and if you remember one forgotten memory, you suddenly remember a hundred horrible things and then you wonder why the hell you stayed on that path so long when diving head first into a briar-filled ditch would’ve been smarter and safer than continuing to put one foot in front of the other going in the same direction.
But I digress, as always! The point would be if it feels wrong, like you’ve completely sold your soul, it can still be undone, it can always be undone. There’s no such thing as a point of no return unless you’ve let it go on until you’re six feet under. Amen.