Truly coming home... at last

I think I am finally, after all these years of trying, coming home...

I find myself drawn back to this journal, over and over again lately... Gradually writing more and more openly... Gradually adding more of the pieces of the puzzle that is Me... Gradually learning to trust again (although I can't for the life of Me, explain what I mean by that - I just felt those words very strongly inside and I somehow knew they must be said)...

I am grateful for the friendships I am making and for the family I have truly found at last... A family made up of both blood relations I have finally begun to connect to in loving, safe and healthy ways, and of incredibly dear and beloved friends...

I have been through many things... Before the end of my life, I am sure I will go through many more... I have come to see my life as a huge, as yet unfinished, artwork; one I have a great appreciation for and an even greater fascination with...


And somehow I just know...

I am going to be... Okay