Last week. I graduated from having someone to hold me by the hand, to walking on my own. Again. You see, we have cycles in Life, but they all have Beginnings and Endings, the fundamental spiral mirroring the speck of the galaxy we inhabit.
Is this daunting knowing that I’ve sought help from this person not once, but twice? Yes.
Is it worrying that I may come back if something collapses? Yes.
But does this mean that I am helpless? No.
I was crawling, then walking and now running. Good.
All I have to worry about is people re-opening my wounds and how to react according to that.