I’m not depressed, possibly overwhelmed but still happy. It’s pouring outside and I’m breathing in the cool air until the weather decides it wants to be spring again. I no longer volunteer myself to the past. I’m no victim. I’m strong, I feel like steel. Look at all that I was able to do; now unphased with a mind newly fortified. Trickles of sand are swept back into the sea, but the boulder withstands against the waves and I know which one I want to be