I hate these times. I just sink into a deep thought that lies at the core of my soul. I turn into my worst enemy. I become my own torture. And I'm reminded of the pain, that pain. That is when I'm no longer the Amy everyone knows. I become a stranger to myself. I become paralyzed.   

I know time heals all, but I wish it would go faster. I'm almost across the finish line. Literally two steps until I'm on the other side. 

I'm convinced that as long as I'll remember, the pain caused by betrayal will always reside deep within me. I'm not sure if I could ever forget the truth that I was forced to see. 

At the same time, I know it isn't true that pain will last forever. Nothing ever does. 

It is by the grace of God, that I'll only get better.