All I wanted was to spend time alone, until finally, finally, I was tired of being sad. It would be so simple if I could point to one specific catalyst for this change, but that’s not the way it happened. It took almost two years, but eventually I realized that some small inclination toward life inside me was tired of sitting on the sidelines. I tried to remind myself of who I used to be when I’d had a spark. After a long time, I realized that I missed that person. I wanted to be her again.
