The way I saw it, I was broken. I had hit rock bottom, and like a glass of water, I had shattered all over the place, and everything that was inside disappeared.
And sitting here, in a bubble bath that I can't remember taking in a long time, I realized for the first time that that was okay.
In fact, it was almost a relief.
I might not be 'normal'; I might still prefer smaller places to bigger ones, and I might always assume the worst in a person.
But that was fine.
What I was going to do was take this chance to rebuild myself from the inside out… without anyone telling me how I should be.
I would figure out all that on my own.
I might take a few steps forward, only to fall back sometimes, but that was okay, too.
And I already knew that man I wanted in my corner as I figured out just who I was.
