Today I felt hope. A little burst of light burning inside of me. If only for a moment I belived I could do this, that I could pick myself back up and become stronger for it. I felt that maybe, just maybe, I could move on from my past and from the people who hurt me. I felt hope and that terrifies me. It felt like something I had lost forever and I’m petrified I’ll loose it again.
It may have dwindled slightly now. The light may have started to fizzle out, but I will try my best to keep it burning and not allow the darkness to extinguish it completely. Keeping it burning is my weapon against the darkness. This is MY war and MY victory and MY recovery. And I will keep it burning, I will keep fighting. Because that small light is all I have left to hold on to, but for now that is enough. I am enough.