She smiles, and for the first time in a very long time, it’s not masking a frown. Her laughter is genuine, not just a disguise used to cover her tears.
She sits outside on a beautiful day and is excited for the future. She breathes the fresh air and, for once, she doesn’t feel like she’s suffocating.
She thinks about life itself and instead of wishing to die, she wants nothing more than to live because now can finally say she’s truly happy to be alive.
Her journey has been long and tiring, and she knows it’s nowhere near complete. There have been countless nights spent crying into her pillow, ready to give up.