In my first days home from the hospital I had to get used to being in this space.
It was a much different time in my life.
I had to learn to feel safe again. I had to learn that there was a place I could stage my battle with my body. I had to learn that I was home and there was no one that could take me away.
Sometimes there were people in this place.
People who helped me face the scary dark that was my most recent past. With the brightness of laughter. Light of understanding. The sunshine of future accomplishments.
My dark past was over.
The new me was able to hear children play.
The new me slept in a bed without safety bars.
The old me went to the window and saw sunshine, the new me was able to go out and bask in it.
Back in a day when there was less progress than there is now. I could begin to see the faintest of the beginnings in the making.
It was a day of the past.
It’s always the first day of tomorrow.
Like I have done before, I start again.
Like I do every day.