I woke up and I knew.
It was time and I felt it.
I didn’t want it to be true, but I couldn’t deny the truth hanging over me while I starred at the ceiling still lying in bed.
I put one foot on the floor and the other one followed.
I walked to the dresser and took the picture down. There was no need to come back to that.
I slowly made my way around the room. Taking down the old to prepare for the new.
It was my last day in this space. Although I hadn’t planned on being in this place, it was inevitable that this was the final case.
I’m here for new beginnings. Ready to find something new.
Published by CarissaMichelle
I am currently an associate clinical social worker in Los Angeles, California. I am in the process of obtaining my license to operate independently and start my own practice.
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