Nine months. That's a long time. It's how long you have to wait, from the time a baby is conceived, until they are born. People die and live in nine months.
Nine months is a rebirth.
Today is my nine month mark. Not for a baby, nor for graduation, a birthday, or another common celebration.
Nine months ago today, I was stressed, I was pressured, I was sad and depressed. Nine months ago, I cut myself. This is not a celebration of my self harm, but the opposite! I have not hurt myself in nine months, and have not even had urges in almost that long.
I have changed and improved so much in the last nine months. I have become a different person. I found who I am, who I want to be, I've found my real friends and grown closer to them than ever. I started this blog, I continued writing, I proceeded with therapy. I learned some guitar, some French, and a little more Spanish. I read books and wrote stories, I escaped the maze I'd been roaming for years.
Nine months may not seem like such a long time. but they have changed my life drastically. Even though at times they seem to have passed achingly slowly, overall they zoomed by. Ask me how I was, or who I was, nine months ago, and I will not have an answer. The only thing I know is that I was not who I am today.
I am proud of the person I am today. I have come so far, done so much.
This is the lesson I choose to take from this. Nine months is enough time for a fetus to become a human. For worlds to die and come alive. Nine months can change your life, for better or worse. Learn to make the most of it.
Change will happen either way, but you have the option to choose how.