For four years I have been waiting, and waiting and waiting for everything to break and feel right again. Putting myself in a box, feeling trapped, feeling not alive, waiting and waiting for that day where everything just feels normal through the day. Doesn’t matter what I would do that day, could just be going grocery shopping, or getting food, or whatever, all that would matter is that everything feels like it should.
I have learned that nothing else matters until I am set free. Which has really been a test of patience and faith. Test of strength and fortitude. Test of life appreciation like no other.