I have to see this part of my life as a season of healing.
I ask my family, who lovingly provides for me, to see my as the healthiest version of myself, but handle me and give me patience as if I was still ill.
I need this time to nurture myself.
I can not rush this process.
The process of becoming. I am unbecoming.
Sometimes doubts lead me astray, and a little more time is added to the whole.
Time is all I need.
I ask you to give this to me.
Give me the freedom, provide me with love.
And I word you the promise,
That I will flourish like you have never seen a flower shine before.
And you will be proud. That you carry this essence within you, that you watered it and held space for it to grow.