Suffering the loss of an old identity.
For some six or seven months, I have been grieving an old life that was not very productive. Memories, disappointments, shortcomings, disasters, tragedies, etc. all made a very unfulfilling existence.
You may wonder why I went for so long, some forty years or more, but my real life had to be revealed in such a way that I could not and would deny that it was all for my good. With all the unpleasantness consistently nagging me, my true character was developed. Yet and still I grieved as if they were my dearest friends. Actually, they were my enemy friends.
I grieved saying “goodbye” and continued my travelling upward to a very spacious and wealthy place of existence. I now know how to live this life in peace and harmony with myself. As it goes with all grieving processes, mine had to end and I guess I grieved that, too!
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