If I don’t set out, if it’s just a fantasy, then I will continue to be stuck in the swamp. Those who accompanied me and rescued me taught me to slow down and accept the pain of the process. Years later, the life that I thought I would never have is now being realized little by little.
I no longer have to look at the lights of thousands of homes at night and endure a huge sense of loneliness. I can wear my pajamas and slippers to go downstairs for food. Someone looks at me with real eyes and tells me that when I describe my thoughts, my whole body is glowing, and someone is holding me. My hands tell me I'm here, tell me I'm great, someone picks up my phone when I'm down and hears me cry, yes I'm sick, I'm suffering from loneliness and helplessness that no one else can imagine Sense, but so what? I also have love and hope.
The feeling of being able to be yourself at ease is indescribable beauty, no need for deliberate surprises, no need to deliberately please, and finally, someone feels from the bottom of their hearts that I am a wonderful person rather than a pet.
Get well soon, drink, experience, see the bigger world.
Thanks for everything I have.
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