Everything I thought I’d lost has come back to me.
It seemed to come back suddenly, but I know better.
It has come back with my nights of meditation, my days of writing, my soul searching, my tears, my heart searching and my gratitude for simple things.
It has come back with the joy in my heart for my son, my father, my dog, my cat, my friends, my family, my self.
It has come back with the loss of people I’ve loved through suicide and divorce.
It has come back through finding who I truly am after being led astray by people who didn’t know me, who didn’t want to know me.
I have walked the miles of my journey to get here to this place. It has been hard on my heart. I thought I’d lost my soul, for a while. I thought I might not be loved again. I almost gave up, and if not for my beautiful son I may have.
But I am not a quitter. In fact, I have learned that I am so much stronger than I ever would’ve imagined.
How can we know what we can withstand without being tested? Without having to choose which direction we want to go and who we are as we go? We cannot.
And so I have chosen, and everything I thought I’d lost has come back to me again.
That’s the miracle.