It seems like talking
has set of some unexpected
chain reaction.
It's all coming out now,
in bits and pieces.
My soul exposed.
Every day
a new and painful epiphany.
But despite the breakdowns
and the tears,
I'm actually improving.
I recover faster every time
and I feel stronger every time.
I feel infinitely small
but unbelievably strong
at the same time.
I see myself clearer every day.
Even though it's not easy,
I know this is just the healing process,
way overdue,
but finally here.
I'm ready.
And I'm getting better every day.
Courage.
Strength.
Patience.
Faith.
I'm okay
and I'm gonna be great some day.
All I need is time.