What it means

I have had an intense week since learning of the death of a very abusive person in my past. I have had poor sleep and some post traumatic problems; however, these are gradually waning. The PTSD is something I will deal with perhaps forever, but it is manageable. The sheer fact that I am alive and he is gone, that he burned up his life in alcoholism and anger, struggling to be better at times, then flipping back into terrible behavior--the very same traits he exhibited when I knew him--makes me sad. I really believe it is possible for anyone to change their behavior, though it may take herculean efforts to do so. It's never too late to begin to heal one's heart and spirit--and it is none of my business if anyone wants to live a life of bitterness. It's not even my judgement call to make--one person's bitterness is another's joy, after all. I just have the invective to heal my own life and be mindful of my own journey.