This is the place.

now starts the healing process. this is the place no one wants to be in, yet everyone finds them in it at one time or another. this is the place where you figure yourself out. you find yourself at the bottom looking up, knowing that it can only get better, you can only get stronger. this is the place where you cry and fight through, only to be a better version of yourself. this is where you hurt, struggle and let go of being tough, and let your guard down to those who can help you. this is where you determine if you’re going to move on, or if you’re going to stay. this is where you define you.
so here i am, healing. fighting. looking up. being weak, allowing myself to hurt, letting my guard down, only to become the best version of me.

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So, plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.”

Here i am, looking to those who mean the most, my beautiful family and friends, who allow me to do all these things, not too long though, because at the end of the day, it’s all part of the process.

I took a chance, i took a shot and you might think i’m bulletproof, but i’m not, you took a swing, i took it hard and down here from the ground i see who you are.