I am back home now. It feels simultaneously very weird and very regular and okay. I don’t quite know what to make of that. I’m partly worried that I’ll go all paranoid and panicky at some point, be it suddenly or slowly and surely… I hope that I remain calm and loving to myself – that will make everything okay for me with all of this. My fears, though founded, can turn minor now. And, though I was afraid even to come back here, I know it is the right place for me to be. I am scared, but I am facing my fears, little by little, but head-on…, and I can do it. I can do this. I can bloom and blossom right here, right now, and each day and night going forward. I can be true to myself, and take care of myself, and love myself. And I can do it right here, in this place that, for now, is – still – my home.
Post-a-day 2020
