It took three years, three months, approximately one week and a few days, but I finally did it. I broke through the wall. No more anger, no more sadness, no more grief. Okay, maybe a little grief here and there for a family lost, or what I thought a family was supposed to look like, but on a day-to-day basis, I am whole again. Functioning on all cylinders, no longer limping over the finish line or dreading commitments or holding …