I will call it a success. Every aching willful step, to have brought me to this. I will look at myself, and feel glee, feel strong, feel fascinated. It is the year of jubilee. My year of restoration. Months of going thru listful attempts at controlled and meaningful choices, and I won. I was not afraid. I did not allow myself to drown completely. Instead, I climbed. I walked. I saw. I became. I conquered.
This is a dream I must never wake from.