On this exact day two years ago, my whole world broke into a million pieces.
On this exact day one year ago, music and the beach saved my life.
I managed to find all the broken pieces, and over the past 12 months I have been slowly putting them back together.
I think it’s safe to say that the puzzle is only a few pieces away from being complete.
No longer is this day going to be an anniversary of pain for me. Nor is it going to be a reminder of the day I was saved and about how far I’ve come over the past year. It is simply going to be December the 25th. No ifs, no buts. No attachment to this date in any way.
It is simply a day, just like any other.