I'm getting worse at asking for help, it happens gradually but I'm learning to see the beauty in healing. Growing pains have shown me the strength in scar tissue. I've been inside my head all too often, being isolated and isolating (two very different things, mind you).
There's some fear now, there's no denying. I do my best to not let go of hope, as to never lose it.
I grew up fast, pulling up against gravity and history. I'm learning now how to stand up straight.
Thank you, S, for granting me a safe space, and for letting me be honest with myself.
I crave meaningful goodbyes, though I don't count this as a goodbye at all.
For once I feel I can finally say "hello."
Thank you for letting me feel, and never asking me to.
I've tasted the power of my voice; you've saved and changed my life.
The only way I will repay you is to live my life with even half as much kindness and beauty as I have seen in you. You inspire me, and for that I am forever grateful.

Thank you for giving me the courage to heal.