I picked up my subpeona this wekk, kinda heavy stuff. It fells like the two years between all the shit going down and now passed by in a matter of seconds and not days, weeks, months and seasons.
My court date on the witness stand is on the 4th of February, two days before my birthday. I’m not going to lie and pretend that I’m not nervous, or completely unprepared for the results but at the same time I’m grateful to be able to finally close this chapter of my life and anticipating moving on, both literally and figuratively.
I really never expected this to go as far as it did, and I have a renewed faith in many things that I almost didn’t realise I had lost.