Becoming & Returning
A return through nature.
I didn't want a comeback.
I desperately wanted a return.
To the self that existed before illness,
before survival became a full-time job.
Out here, I remembered.
Footfall on damp soil.
Breath hurt, but came anyway.
Still here.
A person.
Not a project.
Not a diagnosis.
Wild doesn't need recovery.
Just presence.
Becoming again,
soft where I had gone numb,
willing to feel
how hard it had been.
It wasn't something new.
It was a return
to before the shame,
before the betrayal.
Life lives beneath.
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* peer reflections: not medical or therapy advice. *
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