Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
I know even the darkest people can be touched by the light.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
I don't know how long it will take me to allow myself to get scared again.
I realised nobody could take that strength away from me, even if I wore an L and not an M.
Now that I have seen rock bottom, I am not afraid of it any more.
It was a way of constantly reminding myself that I was not in a happy place.
Things that should have always been normal now need to be "normalised".