Recovery
I was frantic this afternoon- having revealed all that. I had thought I was completely past thinking about my childhood, then writing all that, I got so upset so I went to the book store to get a book about recovery. It was so difficult looking through all those books about abuse and recovery from it. It just made things so much worse I wanted to go cut myself, something I hadn't done in a long time. Hadn't even thought about. I thought maybe I hadn't made any progress at all.
When I went outside, the snow-covered mountains loomed before me.
" the grass-blades you mention,
the furniture You have placed under the sun."
It didn't make me think of suicide at all, or hurting myself. It is spring. I can continue with recovery, knowing that I am making progress.