There are going to be days where everything seems okay.
Just okay.
There’s hope though because “I’m okay”. If you can get here after how long you spent in the pain disguised as eternity, then hope is an early sunrise,
a chance.
Those days won’t come consistently at first. It’s unexpected and empowering when they happen.
At first it just feels like prolonged drowning:
Have a good day, get a breath of air. Followed by the suffocation of drama and hurt feelings.
Thriving is not even a dream at this point.
As your tolerance for bad days weakens, your breakthrough begins. Almost at the point where it’s change or death, you start to see a solution in changed behaviors.
Choices will be made to save yourself. Therapy will become a want, then a practice. Content absorbed will become deliberate instead of automatic. You start recognizing what you want more and put less focus on what you don’t want.
You start having the opportunity to say yes to experiences that elevate your life.
…Things just start working out again.
Poetry on Paper 