I had to make a decision that I really didn't want to make, but it was necessary for me, to be able to get on with my life, even though I didn't want the path my life was taking by making that decision. It meant I was admitting defeat. Giving up on something I had been through so much to achieve. But not reaching my goal was tearing me apart. I had to do something. I had to make the decision to either carry on and loose myself, or put an end to it and live life as I should, without this heartache.
Making the decision myself, was in some way easier. But it still hurts, deep down, when I think about it.
Its gut wrenching, throat clenching, and eye watering.
Post inspired by dbs at think.stew
p.s sorry if I bummed anyone out :(