I am worthy of a life.
This is a new idea I am trying on as of about 3 minutes ago.
There’s this tightness in my chest as though the muscles around my heart are trying to keep it from breaking. It is swelling that full. I am crying freely, and I can’t stop laughing. I don’t know if the noises coming from me are sobs or laughter, they’ve never sounded so much the same.
I am worthy of a life. I had no idea I didn’t know that until this minute. Just as I had no idea it was a truth. And I mean life in its most basic sense with no embellishments: simply breath, space and time. Of course I am worthy of it. It should be obvious, but instead, realizing it feels momentous. As though I just got put back together. As though I just discovered love.
I have been looking for a reason to live. Not knowing that I am the reason. That I am the only reason I need.
I am enough. I am enough.
It is simple, yet astonishing. It is one small thing, and it is everything.