Emily Folker, Founder of The Fingerprint Project
In my memory box there are hospital bracelets, reminding me of the days when matter overcame my mind.
My old and new scars mix together like an accidental symphony.
Each new drop of blood receiving an “Are you okay?” And an “Is there anything I can do to help?”
If I knew what it took to fix me, I would’ve done it years ago.
But this is not a sad story, nor is it complete.
Each day is a new page, and I’m never sure how many chapters I’ve got left.
Each day the sun still shines, so I try again.
Each day is new, so I have hope that one morning
I won’t have to tell myself to have a good day,
I just will.