This evening, I sat beside an open window and let the sunshine kiss my left eye. I felt warmth rest on the top of my lashes as my eyelids fluttered in and out of the golden haze. A breeze swept through the room, forcing me to reach for a sweater, and the birds filled the sky with an untroubled song. I put pen to paper and scrawled a confession across the empty page.
I am here and I am aware. I smile and I can feel it in my heart.
When you go through the hard things you never know how long they're going to last. People tell you it will get better but you don't believe them. You feel like you'll never come back to yourself again. You think that the bad things got away with pieces of you that you will never recover. You assume that you will live forever this way, but it's not true. You heal. You freaking heal.
Light enters your body through the open wound and you begin to offer up thanks.
You thank your heart for beating all on its own and working hard for you when you didn't have the willpower to work hard for yourself. You thank your feet for moving you forward when you were stumbling in the dark. You thank your eyes for opening each day, and allowing you the privilege of color even when you didn't appreciate the gift. You thank your body for being the holy vessel that is carrying you through this life.
When you return to yourself you will know absolutely.
Your bones are strong and your skin is thick.
You are better than before.