As trivial as it may sound to you, can I just rejoice in the reality that today is not yesterday?

I will not allow myself to sleep on foreign grounds.

Silence doesn't define you, your actions do. And when I asked if you could sit by my side in a darkly lit church on a chilly November night, you came. You had no words but tears. You were open for me when I needed to be safe and

let things go.

Last night, my mama said to me, "you're not a quitter, you've never been. You're stronger than you know. You can't go through the rest of your life

alone."

Those dreams hijacked your peaceful state of mind, slamming you at 850 rounds per minute, an assault riffle crafted with your name emblazoned on its body.

But those dreams meant nothing, they only meant you were unfit to attempt reality.

It's absolutely necessary that you make yourself smile at least once in this lifetime, realizing your happiness is shaped within and rekindled by others.

And I'm slowly realizing it's fear that's holding me back from choosing, for what if I decide and it's not the correct path? Do such things exist as right or wrong choices?

These are challenging times, but these are the times when your voice is the most valuable. And you, love, should not hold it in.

Sometimes I take the easy way out, give up in little ways, but I always regret it. I want to start building up small victories, even if they only last a day.

How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?