I was hoping, over Christmas and New year when I couldn't lift myself out of my mental slump, I was hoping that with the return of spring and easing of lockdown I may feel a renewal of hope for the future but I don't. When I lived with my ex, everyday was hell and when we left it was like moving from a bitter storm to a sunny field, everything felt brighter and lighter and easier. I hoped maybe I'd feel a similar sense of relief or freedom coming into spring this year, easing lockdown and getting back into the world. But I don't.
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