I will continue to run my fingers along my own fault lines and learn how to hold myself up when the inevitable earthquakes occur; this is the promise I make to myself.
Your journey is yours, and so is your healing. Do not allow others to place a timestamp on your progress. It might not happen today, nor tomorrow. Heck, it might not even happen in the next 10 years. But, it will happen. You will wake up one morning and you will be breathing a little differently because your heart is lighter and your body is not working as hard to survive. You will simply be living, and that will be everything.
If this gentle month has taught me anything, it is that love exists in the banal and the every day. You do not need to go looking for it anywhere except within your own self.
I have never had so many things go so colossally wrong all at once but in same breath, go so right either. The entire month of May has been, much like myself, a paradox.
