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200 days ago i told myself i needed to start healing. I even wrote it down.
And then i did.
It was hard.
And it hurt.
In August of 2021 I felt happy for the first time.
It’s now January and guess what? Things aren’t perfect or even that great.
And I. Am. Still. Happy.
Yes there are bad things. [I miss my partner who FOR SOME INEXPLICABLE REASON has chosen to be born british. And i am not. Thankfully. But it does mean he is far away. Not cool. >:\ ]
BUT IN SPITE OF THAT
I am still happy.
i am loved
i am love.
i like this.
And I love this
And i love me.
And I love my people who love me and helped support me while I healed.
And so, I am happy.