Macey
My fist lands hard against the leather, pain ignites within my arm, but I ignore it, pushing past the pain to get to the depths of my anger.
It's been four days since Michael, and I had our heart to heart atop Old Creek hill starring out upon an amazing view of broken memories.
Since then, I have spent each and every afternoon here at Michael's home, toning in on my anger and hatred for my past and letting it out through a mix of workouts, training and hikes. Throughout all of this, Michael has been my rock. Between work and picking me up from home to bring me back here and helping me work out my feelings, I feel more and more like my old self each and every day. I speak more, laugh more, even Olga has expressed her appreciation.
"Nice, give me four more and let's take a break."
