This is what progress looks like. As relapses still occur, I am still able to find the light at the end of the tunnel. The one rose in a bush of thorns. I’ve missed my rose. And to have her back is like the first snow of the season. My eyes are adjusting to the powerful light and sweet scenery of wintertime. The joy of the seasons are evident in the ever changing life in which I live. And I’m happy. Happy because through this turmoil, I found love. Love in God, love in family, and the love that never truly left me. My rose.