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I stand firm - despite what may come across. I have survived worse, and as recent circumstances lighten their grip and I regain my composure, I realise that the path I have chosen will not spare me pain or disappointment. My experience is predetermined to be paved with an onslaught of challenges designed to shake my confidence and test my resolve. To make me feel like I have nothing more to give, yet demanding so much more. To flabbergast me as my future unfolds, and reveals how very wrong I was. How my subjective truth was nowhere near the right one, how I needed to fail to see what it means to survive. It will certainty not be easy, especially considering my addiction to anxiety - to forever remain electrified, to not forget what it means to be alive.
