It's coming up on my birthday soon. I'll be entering the final year of my thirties and as I expected, I can't help but look back over the last decade of my life and all the changes that have happened. Decade by decade they roll past me. I can remember being so excited to turn ten. Double digits, a momentous birthday for me. I was awarded new freedoms, and given new responsibilities. Up to 20 was growth with school and puberty. Idyllic childhood, so many golden memories. Life had not yet shown it's uglier facades to me until I turned 19. My high school sweetheart shattered my heart into hundreds of pieces, my grandmother sank deeper into Alzheimer's, and I fell out with friends over the smallest slights. I would spend the next two decades trying to recapture some element of the happiness and wholeness I felt. The sense of irrefutable belonging I had in my childhood. My twenties were marked with tragedy in a string from which I thought I'd never recover. It ...
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