Therapy Bits

One day,
I rose before the sun remembered to shine,
hands trembling, breath thin,
carrying the weight of thoughts
that never learned how to be kind.

Anxiety whispered storms into my chest,
lightning behind the ribs,
thunder in the pulse—
a sky that never cleared.
Depression curled beside me,
a quiet, heavy shadow
that spoke in the language of
stay still, give in.

But somewhere between the shaking
and the silence,
I found a spark—
small as a candle trembling in wind,
but stubborn,
refusing extinction.

I learned that healing is not a sprint
but a long, uneven walk,
with days that scrape your knees
and nights that bruise your hope.
Still, step by step,
I carried myself forward,
even when forward felt impossible.

And one day,
I noticed the storms were shorter,
the shadows lighter,
and the sun—
not blinding, but warm—
found its way back to me.

Strength didn’t arrive suddenly;
it grew in secret,
quiet as dawn,
soft as breath,
steady as a heartbeat learning
how to trust itself again.

I am still becoming,
still healing,
but I’m here—
and that is its own kind of victory.

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