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Mortality

Could a safe space mend all generations of broken hearts?

A gift I’d love to give retrospectively.

I grieve the thought of the lost chances for these hearts to heal.

Might a definite broken heart be my inevitable fate too?

Celebrating my 36th birthday in a physically and emotionally safe environment made me feel loved and very cheery :).

I felt—and still feel—poured into, gaining slightly more inner peace while trying to protect my heart, step by step.

Whatever my fate may be, I have already triumphed, experienced a safe haven, and discovered several ways to reassure, soothe, encourage, and give kind attention to this sweet heart.

When my eyes open after a night of sleep, I realize a little more each day: I woke up, I am alive, another chance, another day to discover ways to take another beautiful step.