I'm in a good place

Though my body could be poured into a puddle, my mind feels tremendously alive, my emotions steady with strength. This is new. My body's weak, my spirit is not. In the beginning, they were inseparable. Down the emotions would dwell as my body lay crushed, crumpled, seized. Sorrow married pain. Fear felt like death, but I new this was not true. For many months I've worked to unlock them. Recognized early on, the road of less struggle pointed the surest way to healing, survival, victory. Efficiency became my game. Check points along the way ensured safety, so the the rest could be gently accepted. My body still groans under medicated pressure, but for this moment my mind feels free to care for it, speak for it, maybe even love it. I guess it's never to late to get the hang of this (only 12 days left).