Depressing Anniversary
August 13th, 2016. 1:30 PM. Sandusky, OH. The date, the time, the location. A year ago I was supposed to walk down the aisle to the man that used to be the man of my dreams. Three months prior that changed. A year ago me was depressed. A year ago me cried multiple days out of the week. A year ago me forced myself to eat, although I never felt hunger. A year ago me would count the hours until I could be back in bed after work. A year ago me was angry/sad/hurt/confused. A year ago me couldn't shake the comment that came from the same person who was ultimately the reason why the wedding got postponed. (I was apparently "manipulating [someone] into thinking [I'm] a nice and wonderful person.") A year ago me wouldn't have written this blog because I would've been told it might hurt someone's feelings. A year ago me had emotional breakdowns at every wedding I went to after I knew I wasn't having my own. A year ago me would eventually g