I'm grateful.

I'm grateful for today.

Even if I may still be hurting some it's kind of a happy pain that I'm feeling.

Like I'm happy for the present but sad for the past.

Though I know there's no point in being sad over it.

I just need to process it.

Process it thoroughly.

Make sure I pick up every bloody shard of glass puncturing this poor body.

To clean and wrap these wounds neatly with all the love and care I can bare to manage.

Don't overthink it.

You'll gain these memories when you are ready.

When your body decides it can handle it. For me this journey is just beginning.