Anita

For me, the pot of gold isn’t a tangible object or person. The pot of gold in my case would be a state of being – a clean state, a new beginning. The thought of just taking off and leaving everything and everybody behind – no reminders of my life so far, nobody to know about my past, nobody to remind me of everything I would rather forget, nobody to push me around…Only then would I be able to bring about my healing…My pot of gold would be some kind of escape route from my family and the town I live. There is nothing for me here – my grandmother is gone (the only important person in my life), I’m getting nowhere with my career, I don’t have many friends here – a close friend chose to terminate the friendship as discussed in ‘End Of A Friendship That Wasn’t Really A Friendship’ – I haven’t spoken to schoolfriends in 6 years and I get the impression they never really liked me anyway, my other friends live in a different part of the UK or they live abroad and I accept that I am never going to have a close relationship with my family.

You were right about healing being a non-linear process – things have been a bit hairy the past few days – siblings excluding me, older sister expecting everybody to drop everything they are doing to help plan her wedding – more bad memories have resurfaced, I’m trying to work through them…

My pot of gold would be to get away from all of that.

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