Things are changing. Things have changed. Things will change. And I'm ok.
I'm getting out of bed. I'm doing my hair and putting on pretty dresses. I'm going for walks. I'm going to parks and swinging and aiming for the stars. I'm talking. I'm not just listening to music, I'm feeling it too. I'm making plans. I'm thinking about the future. I'm laughing and smiling and it's real. I'm reading. I'm seeing friends, making dates, going out. I'm moving. I'm feeling. I'm accomplishing things. I'm doing things on my own, for myself. I give a damn. I'm becoming my own person. I have bad moments in between, but I'm learning. The good is overriding the bad and I'm trying not to dwell on anything, I'm only moving forward. I still have old habits, but I understand now more than ever that I'm human. I understand myself so much more in general. The bad is still terrible, but I'm getting better. I'm on my way. I'm still odd and messy and I'm a work in prgress, but I'm happy, or at least I'm close to it.
I'm not fucking up. I'm living. And I'm ok. I will be ok.
