Those people who remind me that I'm loved...
Those who remind me that good people do exist...
Their words heal the wounds from the daggers he shoved into my chest.
I was hurt.
I was broken.
But they're helping me to make amends.
I'm gaining back self-esteem.
I am indebted to them and I will pay those debts with joy and gratitude, because I wouldn't be okay with them.
"His mercies are made new every morning."