There are pieces of me still slipping into the darkness. The tools to heal are within and around me. Yet, I still feel that darkness pulling tiny bits of me when I let my walls come down.
Past: My darkness. Although, there will always be some inside me. I am slowly learning to balance this with the light.
Present: The growth, letting the light fill me and sprout the most beautiful creation that I could become.
Future: Transformation and continuing to learn acceptance. Acceptance for knowing that my mental health will always be something I have to fight with. But with each fall I will rise faster, higher, and burning brighter than before.