For the first time in a very long time, I can actually breathe.
I feel like I am taking in breaths of air and letting them out instead of hold my breath to gather strength for the next insurmountable challenge.
When I wasn't looking, my knight found me.
He hasn't swooped in with his trusty steed and slayed the dragons, he hasn't beheaded the demons. He has done something better.
He has held my hand. He has ridden next to me as I've been slaying my dragons and am struggling to behead my demons.
He has reminded me I am the dragon slayer.
He has given me courage, strength, faith and Grace.
He hasn't "saved" me. He has had faith in me. In my own strength.
I haven't slayed all my dragons, beheaded all my demons or conquered my weaknesses. But there he is, riding right next to me, holding my hand, and softly whispering in my ear, "you've got this."
I am...breathing.
