All she knew was the darkness. The absences of light. The total blackness that took over. Not her eyes, but her soul. The doubt and fear and anger and depression and anxiety that filled her being and burst through every pour of her body. She walked around in the world confident and brave, but that’s not who she was. Who she is. She’s scared. Oh so scared.
But there were rays of light in her life. Things that would break down the dark walls and shine pure happiness, pure joy into her dark world. Things that made the fear not so strong and the anger not so bold. Things that made her brave and confident, like the mask she put on everyday. Things – people- who gave her hope and meaning and a place and a reason and everything a person needs to survive, to thrive,
To live.
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