‘There’s a house across the river but alas I cannot swim, I’ll live my life regretting that I never jumped in…’

woman in purple sweater sitting on wooden floor with view of lake and mountains
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Some days I feel everything at once.
Other days I feel nothing at all.
It’s strange.
I don’t know what’s worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying fromΒ  thirst? Looking at the other side of the river every day, and wish I was there, or begin the journey and live there every day?!
There is a point when you need to release the hands that held you. This part takes courage; leaving a comfortable and safe haven is hard, even when the desire is strong. It takes a lion-heart to walk past fear!
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