In the eye of a storm. I breathe. I’m watching the threatening walls of this storm that jeopardizes my perimeter. But, the air is still so I can get myself together. Bracing for the next wave. Desperate, but too indecisive to move. And the walls of the storm are approaching. But I lack the strength. I am not sure I can go through it again and again… Healing begins when you stop pretending that your broken body will get better on its own. If you haven't been told this lately... hear it now. You're not alone. You're not without hope. You are a gift. You have worth. You may have failed, but, friend, you are not a failure. Success is marked by your choice to not give up. Everybody cannot see your invisible battle, but that doesn't negate your strength or victory…