The Human Experience: The Other Side of the Tunnel
The years after I separated were like one long, slow-motion tumble down a mountain. The ground gave way. I fell some distance and then landed with a bruising thud. And then the ground gave way again.
I spent every single day of those years thinking “If I can just get through this… it’ll get easier”.
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