I Did.

You know when I was depressed I always had this thought.
I always had this dream, this expectation, this thought.
That a person would come into my life and pick up my broken pieces.
That someone would help me off the ground and get me walking again.
Someone would wipe away my tears and dust me off and hold my hand.
That a human being would sit down with me and just hug me.
That someone would help me calm down and stop me from punching the wall and bruising myself.
Well guess what.
I’m fine now.
I am recovered and still recovering.
No one helped me pick up the broken pieces.
So I did.
No one picked me off the ground and got me walking again.
So I did.
No one wiped away my tears and dust me off and held my hand.
So I did.
No one sat down with me and hugged me.
So I did.
No one helped me calm down and stop me from punching the wall and bruising myself.
So I did.
I picked up my broken pieces.
I picked myself off the ground with new strength and walked with more confidence.
I wiped my tears away with anger in my eyes.
I sat down night after night and hugged myself.
I calmed myself down, but I did not stop myself from lashing out and punching the wall.
So this is the new me.
I don’t need your help, hell I don’t want it.
Because I did things on my own.
And it felt pretty damn awesome.