Wounded. The cut is deep. Blood flows down. Warm to the touch.
With time it heals. Soon you will be whole again. If you move too fast the wound opens. If you move too slow, scar tissue forms and makes it hard to move forward.
Forward you must go. Don't let the fear of getting hurt again hold you back.
Things are going really well right now. It kind of scares me. There is a small bit of guilt in feeling happy. I've been much more talkative and laugh more often. People have taken notice. And when they do, I worry I won't be able to keep this up. I worry it's not the real me. And the old me will soon return. Even during the good times, I have to ruin the mood by overthinking.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.