Some nights she lies awake, proud of all the steps she’s taken. Staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face, amazed at how much she accomplished on her own. And she sleeps soundly, knowing she’s in a great place and she did it on her own.
Then there’s nights she lays awake for hours, missing what once was. Wondering how things got so bad, wishing life was different. Staring at the ceiling with tears in her eyes, regretting so much and guilty for feeling such sorrow. Though she knows deep down she made the right choice, there are nights it haunts her.