I move forward.

The fog of depression is clearing.

I am face to face with myself.

I see the shame, pain, fear, guilt, deceit, molestation, and machinations.

It’s not pretty, but it’s my journey.

I can finally heal, for I know where I am.

I am breaking off the chrysalis of what I went through.

So take heart, dear me, you are already halfway there.

I am coming forth, a butterfly.

I am a phoenix rising from the ashes of my brokenness.