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It's been a rough week but I'm finally beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes in life we can look at something the same way for so long that we become close minded. We can no longer see the world around us and shut it out. This week my eyes have been opened and a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Rehab for pesimism. I have a new optimitic attitude. Tomorrow is a new day and I have so much to accomplish. Where do I begin searching for a part of me I lost so long ago? I've found that if I sit quietly long enough she comes back to me little by little, piece by piece. Soon I'll be whole again and can move on to tomorrow and what it has to offer me. In the meantime I struggle to make sense of my life and what I've made of it.