Ever since I entered this path, it has been shakes, bumps, and skids. I almost fell down a cliff or hit a wall more than once. It took me strength to realize I would not make it alone. Therapy is a slow drive, eyes fixed on the road, one curve at a time.
Note: This piece was written for 53 Press monthly challenge, where you have to write a piece with exactly 53 words. The prompt for June 2020 was “rocky road”.