Healing is hard.
New ways of living are hard.
New philosophies in practice.
Same old body responses.
Mind tricks.
I am well, but I am not.
I am hopeful, yet scared and unsure.
I have seen progress, even though my storm still brews.
Every day I feel hope as my mind slowly catches up.
Stay strong. Fight the fight.
I’m told this gets better. That it’s worth it.
In time.
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