Here I am. 2 years and 4 months later. It is strange to see the numbers set down like that. In some ways it feels so distant and in others it feels like it is just behind me and if I turn around I might slip back into it.
Here I am. My arms no longer covered in bruises dark. I can run my fingers over them and and there is no tenderness to the touch. My mind is no longer consumed with thoughts of knives cutting deep and sinks filled with blood.
Here I am. Moving into the tomorrows, with an eye on the yesterdays, and my heart firmly planted in the today's. No longer scared of the breathing.
Here I am. Finding my voice after almost a year of silence.
Here I am. Here I am. Here I am.
Can you hear me? I am here and I am breathing.
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