I trashed it, and the trash has been emptied. But I feel like reminiscing a little.
I did read a couple little pieces of the old diary entries, but I don't want to revisit those times. There's really nothing to gain from it, yet I can't forget the fact that there were two suicide notes in the diary. Guess I left them there as a reminder of what I had to tell my wife and sons after I had lost the will to continue. I didn't read the notes again either, and I'm so glad those times are gone. And even with the occasional troubles we all suffer from time to time, I'm happy with my life.
I've come so far, but with a lot of help. And some of that help came from the girls here on Susan's. And so I have a giant warm embrace for those of you who took time in 2012 to read my rants and fearful pleas for help. You offered kind advice, and sometimes just a shoulder to cry on.
Yes, a lot has changed, and so much more is ahead. My diary is gone because it no longer served a purpose, and it seems a little odd that I took so long to discard it. After all I'm looking forward, and never think of turning back.
Katherine
