The Residual of Stalking or The Power of Love

For the first time in many years of stalking, harassing, intrusion at home and work, threats to my life, I am beginning to feel safe. So many things are changing. I am working out again, as I used to, before I was stalked, even in the health clubs. I am less drained. I am less snappy at an occasional bothersome stranger, as the stress is being lessened in my life. Instead of hanging on to work, I am being proactive and creating for myself a work landscape I always wanted. I don't have much time left. The stalker took away many years and much joy. I hung on, sometimes by fingernails for the love of my family, friends, patients. I hung on and hung on. I didn't shoot him, although the thought crossed by mind. I prayed a lot. I cried a lot. I lost out on a lot of years. But I am alive. My children are alive. My grandchildren are alive. My heart is still open and aware. I still live with the intent of kindness. So- if this isn't testimony to the power of love, what is it? Love IS courage. Love IS truth. And love is very strong.