I've been giving a lot of thought to what starting over means, and when it's worth it.

Starting over isn't always starting with a clean slate. In fact it usually isn't. Memories cloud what the path forward should be, what the path was or should have been. It also means shedding the familiar and leaving the comfort zone.

But what makes the struggle to see through the emotional fog worth it?

To know the truth of what could have been or should have been, if not for my own selfish pride or my own foolish urgency. And for closure on chapter of life full of too many questions and too few answers, stuffed with lies I tell myself in the dead of night, multitudes of dreams I've blocked out for most of my life, and years of convincing myself that things will improve even though every bit of my sanity is screaming that I know better.