healing for no one but me

by Jennae Cecelia

that is the thing about picking yourself up out of your own personal hell. no one sees how hard it was except you. all they see is that you, “finally got your shit together.”

i am healing here. between the silence and the breeze. tending to wounds i have been afraid to see. healing for no one but me.

people have their seasons. some are long. some are just for a brief moment in time. some end unexpectedly. some are reborn when they are just right. trust that the people who are in your life are meant to be by your side for however long that may be.

i am not the same person i was last year or the year before. and while that might seem scary because people stop recognizing me for who i once was. i remember that who i am changing into now is someone i always dreamed of.