I had a dream it all never happened.
It was a waking dream.
So real.
The grief, anger, hurt – all never existed.
The scars, gone.
No pain. So free in this body of mine.
I woke up, and my dream had become reality.
**This is an art journal page from last year… it relates very closely to this story. I used to think this page meant love from/for someone else would heal me. Now, I realize it’s self-love that heals.**
True Color 