Waking up in a cold and desolate place was hard: The light streamed in through a crack in the heavy blackout curtains. I’d pour myself into the water that streamed over my skin and dissolve into my own mind.
Readying myself to say goodbye to the harsh daylight was harder: Stepping outside and knowing that those few moments in a morning were the fresh air that I would breath, the life that I would see and the only real ground I would feel beneath my feet until night had fallen.
Everyday for months I would lose the natural light, say goodbye to the real world and play at politeness with people who were consumed within themselves.
Everyone has a tipping point, a breaking point.The day where my morality was questioned was that day.
And so I relished those moments outdoors and drew energy to change. I was blessed with a single chance.
I shed the weight like a tree shaking off its leaves to embrace winter, and then shedding the cold snow as it thaws.
Here I am, emerging. The light is harsh but the beauty it reveals is worth the strain it brings to my sight.
Hello daytime, I look forward to waking up and all the things that follow.
I look forward to writing them down.