Today Was A Good Day

So much good happened today.

Sept. 8, 2025

Today I moved mountains,

not the kind outside my window,

but the ones that had been sitting heavy

at the edge of my mind for way too long.

Calls made.

Plans set.

Lingering tasks finally lifted.

Breath came easier.

And then—a gift I didn’t know I needed.

Lunch with an old friend,

who spoke the language of survival,

who knew the shadows of narcissistic abuse

and could name them with me.

He listened.

He let me laugh,

let me cry,

let me simply be.

It felt like someone holding a mirror

to the parts of me that had long wondered

if anyone could truly see.

The day ended softer still—with my mom,

a game of Yahtzee,

connection woven in small moments.

Tonight, my heart is full.

Grateful for what was given,

grateful even for what was taken—because all of it,

every twist and fracture,

is shaping the future

that I am claiming as truly mine.

Finally.

PS.

My mom thinks it’s time I start dating.

I think she is right.