baby steps.

that's what every doctor and therapist told him he had to take, baby steps through recovery.

he was slowly starting to gain weight, his skin  was slowly getting less pale, his heart was slowly filling with something akin to hope, but not quite there yet.

baby steps.

people cared about him, his therapists, his doctors, even his social worker said that they were going to try him a good foster family.

there were still days where the darkness took over and he shattered all over again, but this time they were there to catch him before he spiraled out of control.

itty bitty baby steps, but steps nonetheless.

his dreams started to be more than darkness and despair, he could sleep through the night, he could be let out of the hospital.

more than baby steps, little bits of emotion came crawling back to him.

he met a foster family, they would only care for him for a few months, but they were his and everything that parents were supposed to be.

baby steps to recovery,

and he dared to dream that maybe,

maybe,

the pain could end.

last edited: 11-1-17