A light at the end of the tunnel...

These past few months have been utter hell. Never in my life did I think I would deal with a young death in the family, stress at work, and of course being dropped like a pound of bricks from my narc all within the same month. But guess what?
Today I had a beautiful moment. I was bike riding in a charity event for my 19-year-old cousin who passed away..and I felt such clarity. I looked out at the ocean, and realized how precious life was. It's so sad I let one person rob be of those peaceful moments for two years. I will fight it like a disease if I have to. I will recover. I will get my peaceful moments back, and I will get the healthy relationship I deserve. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Lets "wash that man right out of (our) hair."