F rarely feels sad anymore and rage seems to have disappeared completely.
The dumpster cleanings continue at a much calmer pace, but without a rest.
There is no rush anymore,
no gilt,
no desperation,
no blame.
Taking responsibility for the mistakes that her lack of consciousness generated
is now a blessing that F is thankful for.
Whoever F is,
she now walks the way with firm and steady steps,
without the fear of falling again,
even if she would,
no matter if she will.
Let’s say that F is I,
for simplicity’s sake.
