i am adrift, she approaches me, brightness glowing around her.
her arms reach out, touching my brittle ***** body, replenishing the strength i never had.
i cry tears of joy; redemption is here. the light has been restored.
i am renewed.
there are so many reasons as to why i wrote this poem - and there are several different meaning to it that i genuinely can't decide on. i am beginning to love myself after having dealt with mental illness for the better portion of my life. as all people do, i have slip ups, but that comes along with recovery. to anyone battling mental illnesses, i would like to be the first to tell you that it is possible to recover. it may not seem like it right now, but trust me, the pain will subside. you will learn to love life again regardless of the (possible) dreadful life you've been living.
it is possible, and inevitable, as long as you try.
(if you need someone to talk to, i'm here. i will be that friend to lean on if you have none). <3