There was an aspect of my former life and lifestyle that I was forced to give up that I pined away over for years. I was so grief stricken by this loss that when I saw reminders my pain was so great that I twice ended up in the hospital for the depression that was triggered.

I still miss this adventurous lifestyle a great deal. Seeing reminders of it still cause me pause for a tear. But, I have moved on. And that, I suppose, is when you know you're over something. When you have the ability to recreate your life you are over the old. When you have the ability to rebuild, to enjoy new things, to have joy, you have moved on. This is not to say you won't still be sad by thoughts of that which caused so much grief. It is rather about an ability to say that was then this is now - and the potential at least for enjoying what is part of the now.