I decided that I would only spend my time with people who support and love me. It was a pretty short list. But I stuck to it.
Since then, there have been some pretty lonely times. So I wrote.
There have been very painful times. So I wrote.
There have been some happy times. So I wrote.
And with each time I wrote, I began to feel warmer. I slowly began to feel my fingers again – and my hands and my eyes and my heart.
It was like Spring had finally started to melt all the ice away. And I still wrote.
Now, after a year, I have almost completely thawed out.
But I am not the same person.
I am better.