Everything changed, has fallen apart, burned down and hurt like hell, and sometimes it still does.
Wounds heal slowly and left scars. You never forget the pain and the way you deal with it.
Best that could happen, is that you grow stronger and learn!
Syrgðr Skógr was way to much load. I had to sort out everything that drained energy.
To burn this bridges was quiet incriminatory and have not felt right, but it was the only way.
Meanwhile I sorted out what’s real and what is fake in front of me, and I’ve done some mistakes that I now had to deal with.
But this is how life should be. You fall and when you stand up again you travel lighter.
I experienced some heavy loss and hurt some humans who were the world to me.
It is time to slow down, to be regardful and think. Syrgðr Skógr will bloom again.
When and in which way, I haven’t decided yet, but the time will tell.
