Moving On

I got a text this morning.

She's moving.

Out of state.

Far away.

She will no longer be able to see me.

I will no longer be able to see her. 

Katryna.

My therapist.

My sofa queen.

My person.

And now, she is moving on.

To a different state.

Oh, the feelings and emotions.

Sadness.

Fear.

Anxiety.

So, I texted T.

Of course I texted T.

What else am I going to do?!

This is what I KNOW:
God is so aware of me.

Completely aware of me.

This is part of my journey.

For Katryna to have given me all the tools I need, and then for her to move on so that I can move forward as well.

God is aware of what I need, and who I will need.

And, I already have a neurology team, with a counselor who I will now see.

I KNOW that I have my past history understood.

I KNOW that I have the tools that I need.

I KNOW that I have set boundaries that are necessary.

I KNOW that I have feelings, that they are okay, and that I can manage them.

I KNOW that I will miss her beyond words.

I KNOW that she is exactly who God knew I needed to start the recovery process - recovery from my entire life.

And now I am here.

And ready to move forward.