I remember very little about experiencing firsts as a child that shaped me into the adult I am today. First smile. First word. First step. First fall. First pain. I don’t remember them. But I am still here, right? And what did not kill me made me stronger.
Adulting unfortunately did not mean experiencing firsts would stop. My first smile at you. My first words to you. Our first step. Our first fall. My first true, unrequited love. My first true pain.
My first true healing.
And I am still here, right? Albeit the healing took many years longer than it should have, I am so relieved for that elusive moment that indeed came. That moment where I accepted it would no longer kill me and that moment I knew it made me much stronger.
So now, finally, my first completely free.