My Diary
I was better than yesterday
Dear Delyara, That’s the whole entry. I was better than yesterday. Not healed. Not transformed. Not suddenly free from all the same old worries and patterns and tiredness. Just a little lighter. A little less sharp around the edges. A little more able to stay inside my own day without feeling attacked by it. Sometimes progress is small enough to sound unimpressive. It still matters.
— quietember