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Two years

I hung my apron on the wall.


Filled my new glass jars with flour and cocoa.


Lit a candle as I softly listened to memories of my past whisper in my ear.


I sat down on my couch looking at the signed paperwork to dissolve my company and change my name back.


A deep sigh of relief.


My company is closed. My bankruptcy is closed. My name will be changed.


It took two years.


To start looking forward to my future instead of trying to forget my past.


To heal from the trauma. To have a clean slate. To be free. To be me. To love my life. To want to share that life with someone again.


It was the slowest and the fastest two years.

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