Maybe life is bad right now. But it wasn’t always this way. Oh god no, there were lovely memories. There were days when I was happy. When I laughed, and smiled, and sang, and skipped, and hugged, and held hands, when I felt everything, and meant it all. There were days when my mind was carefree and my hands weren’t tainted and my shirts were sleeveless.
And I am not there right now, I am farther back than I want to be. But I will be there again. I know there will be tastes of happiness again and I will be using my shovel to plant flowers instead of digging my grave. Don’t you dare underestimate my strength. I will get there again, and you will see my scars painted in gold.
I have fixed myself every time. I will do it over and over again.