This is making it.
This is surviving until I am able to thrive and this is
Knowing that things will get better
Because they have before and because they just have to.
This is taking it day by day
And this is trying not to worry so much about the little things
Because do they really matter anyway?
This is doing things that scare me a little and scare me a lot
In the interest of experiencing life outside of my room.
And even if those things get to be a little too much
I've done them, right?
This is learning to be me again.
This is learning to trust and to be and to be a little wild.
This is opening my arms and embracing everything.
This is exuding the great love I feel.
This is climbing steps out of this fog.
This is getting there.