Right now all I can think about is how much my world is swirling and crumbling all around me. Everything I've grown accustomed to has hit the fan and seemed to have shattered into a billion pieces. As strong as I carry myself and as stubborn as I pretend to be I feel I feel like I'm suffocating. Like someone is playing games with my lungs, grasping and releasing just to see me suffer.
If there is one thing I have learned about myself in my 25 years of life it is this; I will always make it through. I know I will take lessons learned and parts of me may change in the learning but I will gain strength. I will learn new ways to protect the deepest parts of me. I have faced plenty alone and I will always be prepared to take on the world solo. With that being said, I sill feel like parts of me are bleeding. It seems as though while one wound is healing another is being created.