Sometimes you just have to do things.
Even if you know that the thing you have to do is going to cause you a lot of pain.
I recently did something of that sort.
I know that I needed to do it. I had been told I needed to do it, and yet I dreaded doing it.
I knew the outcome. Honestly I didn't expect anything else (I never expect something good to come out of anything, it's easier that way). Yet it still hurt. A lot. I'm still hurting from it, and will probably hurt for a little while more.
The only blame I place is on myself because I know better. Then again I only ever blame myself for things that really aren't my fault.
I'm not really sure what I'm doing, or what I need to do anymore. I'm not sure what my next step is or how to heal. I'm not really sure of anything. Except I know that I needed to do what I did to be able to move forward.
We'll see how it goes from here now. I guess.
