Finding yourself after being lost

My path was unclear, my vision blurred and my broken heart led me to a place I never want to revisit. The catalyst of those was an empty room filled with dark thoughts. Although my success was scintillating at its highest, my mind wasn’t at rest. Yet, no matter how strong I tried to be, the heaviest wave of sadness would drag me back to what had become my home. While my night was lit by the moon, my mind was blasting flashbacks I never wanted to see and feel. The cries of my heart were witnessed by the moon and its stars, while the smile, the fake smile, was witnessed by my closest friends and families. My silent battle was forcing me to kneel.

Then…

On my knees, with folded hands, I pleaded with the almighty to take my unbearable pain. The pain wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t unbearable either. I wasn’t giving up on myself anymore, I was my only pillar to lean on. The night began to be peaceful, days began to be enjoyable, and my smile began to be genuine. New ventures emerged, my mind began to relax, and my thoughts became more enjoyable and positive. Friends felt like the Almighty’s servants as they brought light in the form of hugs and peace in the form of words.

Although my pain lingers here and there, my heart continues to try to soothe itself, and my mind continues to try to calm itself, I continue to fight a battle in which I did not choose to participate. By my side, a pillar of strength, as I march toward the unknown .Everyday was and is a continuous battle but I am not giving up on myself anymore.