When I close my eyes, I can feel my life, as I know it, slowly slipping away from me – one day at a time. At that moment, I become different from me. Detached, I’m able to feel the pain like its happening to someone else. I pretend to be brave because the moment I admit to myself how scared I really am, there is no turning back. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and doing things I’ve never done. I’ve changed. For better or for worse, I’ve changed. Is this change temporary or permanent? Only time will tell. I’ve a big believer in the healing power of time. Actually, that’s not so true. What I definitely believe in is the strength of my memories or the lack of it. I may never forgive myself. At least I will forget.