where does it end? you wonder. when will it end? you ask yourself. the nights weigh heavy on your soul, the days have become harder, increasingly difficult to manage. you walk through a blizzard of betrayal, you withstand the pain like a flower struggling under raindrops. there are storms in this life but you continue to walk forward. bruised and broken. breaking but fighting. you may be many things but strong as nails in one of them. mighty in every way. you’re a survivor and don’t you forget it.

—r.h. Sin