Poem:
Tomorrow’s a big number.
But today is still one more.
So I’m grateful in advance.
Grateful for waking up.
Grateful I’m not lying again.
Grateful my body didn’t break
under the weight of what I used to do to it.
Pre-thanking You, God.
Not for perfection —
but for progress.
Still…
Still grateful.
Still sane(ish).
Still on my way.