To the tree that held me until I hastily climbed without checking the strength of that branch that let me fall. Thank you for the lesson of respect.
To the prickles of the presence of anxiety that crept their way into my world so young…so young. Thank you for the opportunity to learn to be so gentle with myself… so tender.
To the partner who chose the chemicals over me no matter how much I tried to save him. To the partner who was never able to understand the triggers of my past (thank goodness), and said goodbye echoing, “This is the woman I am going to marry.” Thank you for the invitation to fall so deeply in love with myself.
To the path unknown that lies before me holding no promise but possibility. Thank you for my knowing and trust in each feather that continues to lead me hOMe.
You are better off healed that you ever were unbroken.
Thank you.