I could write page after page about how I am determined to overcome my recent circumstances, and how life has taught me countless times before that the pain you don't see coming, is the one that hurts the most. I could spill my soul onto endless pieces of paper and pretend like the monsters within hold no sway. But it's safer to simply state that I'm not quite there yet, and the wounds inflicted need more time to fully heal. I guess this means that what I felt was real, and that the journey we travelled meant something - well at least it did to me. As I gaze forward, like I always do, I can't help but feel anxious again. I wonder what's waiting behind the corner, over the mountain and under the sea. The possibilities seem endless and while the future is more terrifying than ever, I've learned to be patient, and trust that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
