“I woke today…”

… to pale sunlight filtering into my room.  It was an unexpectedly joyous moment, as it’s been months since I’ve been greeted by natural light upon wakening on a work day…

I watched the sun lift Himself over the horizon while I waited for my first cup of coffee to brew.  My tears flowed easily and happily as I bore witness to the Light’s triumph over Darkness once more…

And it didn’t matter in the least that it was temporary; that Night would come again.  Nor did it feel at all ordinary, as such a common reoccurance can be.  It was a Moment, significant and meaningful, complete.  And I felt Whole for the first time in weeks…

I remember being “told” some weeks back that February 20th was special.  It simply came to me, a date, with absolutely no explanation.  But it repeated itself in my mind, gaining weight with every iteration.  And it stuck with me.  So much so, that I felt compelled to share that date with a friend last night, one I finally reconnected with after many failed attempts.

And here I am, enjoying sunshine with my coffee on this glorious early Spring day.  Sensing a cycle has concluded.  Feeling free and happy at last…

I woke this morning…

… and felt the nightmare slip away, without any lingering pieces to haunt me through the day.  And I was Grateful, deeply, sincerely grateful!

For this one day, at least, I need not fear the content of my own thoughts, for there are no traps waiting for me, no horror waiting to be triggered by a passing comment or deed, no images of suffering filling the space behind my closed eyes…

Which is not to suggest the horror itself has ended in the world; only that (for some unknown reason) I have been granted a brief reprieve from reliving it all today.  And that is a Blessing I will humbly and thankfully receive…

I woke today…

… and Life was good again.

I woke today…

… to pale sunlight filtering into my room.  And it grew brighter and stronger with every breath I took.

Yes…

I woke today…