My wifey bought over photo albums today. Its really helping me pick up the fragments of memories. Many pictures seem so far away. I am glad to have moved on, but also I sometimes wish to regain that joy that I found when I was released from hospital.
I took my shoes off to feel the grass and lay back to feel the rain. The petrichor in the air was the most amazing smell ever.
Not only was I free, I believed that it was over. I had abundance of hope.
I still hope a great deal. But there was this blind nativity that the end of treatment meant the end of all the eating disorder entailed.
Not quite.
But still.
Hope is still in my soul.
No comments:
Post a Comment