Building A Bridge

Today I had a realization. I used to be someone I loved, and I strive to be a version of that person again. I have pondered and meditated over the last five years and the abuses I have now managed to survive and what I have found is that what I truly need is not grief. What I need is a bridge. A way to meet my past self spiritually is to build a bridge to join myself back together. Something to allow me to be above what has happened to me, still able to traverse that space, but never required to fall back into it.

This journey is one that I fear, but one that is also filling me with a profound hope. I will rebuild.