I’m alone. I’m scared. And I’m hopeless.
Doubt muddles my mind and blocks everything out.
Hatred for myself is burning deep inside me.
What tomorrow will bring is a gaping mystery.
Do I even want to make it to tomorrow?
But arms begin to surround me.
Voices whisper words of love and encouragement.
Warmth is seeping through my tired bones.
My wound up body relaxes.
All the lines and tension on my face smoothes out.
I’m being hugged by the people I love.
I’m not lonely, or scared.
And I’m not hopeless.
I’m at home.