I want to watch myself grow. I want to feel every sprout of the arm and the leg, every ounce of straightening pride and fortification of backbone that only hard times and conquering of despair and life after heartbreak can bring. I want to watch the way I walk, so that when I step more gracefully, with more punctuation and stride, with more purpose and focus, I'll know what got me there.
I want to feel all of this and more, although I'll admit if I never felt depression again it would be too soon.
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