That’s what it feels like; it feels like coming out into the light after being in the dark for too long. For the first time in three years I have begun to dream again. I’ve picked up my hoe and my fork and my shovel, and I’ve prepared soil to grow things again. I’ve put pencil to paper to dream and plan and scheme. And it feels like me again.
As I stand squinting into the light, I calmly wait for my eyes to adjust. So many changes have come and so many more are coming still. This is what strength feels like. This is healing.