Of course not. I know this by now. But it feels like I am. Feels like I’m stretching my limbs, caring a little less, unfolding.
Six days binge-free. Three days of not-starving-so-much. Am I returning to normal?
They say once you’ve been there, for the rest of your life you’re never not there. I guess I’ve only gone a little way, and it’s too soon to be pulled up short by the ropes.
Just for a moment, wind on my face, open sky, arms out like a sparrow.
Before I fall down in tangles.
