It is April.

Someone said, "Empty your cup and start anew." It will still be a nightmare if I do not empty my cup. I have come so far in this recovery journey. And I have opened my eyes to many things, new and/or old around. It scares me greatly that I cannot re-enact the happy of the past, perhaps more than what had happened to me. I am closing my eyes and telling myself I am not sure. The morning sky today feels cold to begin with. The winds blow, as though bringing winter nearer. It is April now, I keep on keeping on.