I don’t know if I’m coming or going these days to be honest. My soul and being are tired. Breathing is excruciatingly painful. But it is said that you aren’t what’s happened to you, you are how you’ve overcome it. And I’ve come to learn that not all is lost. That with time, the tide will change. That if I look long enough at the horizon the sun will reappear. That if I hang in there long enough I’ll find solace in the known, in the familiar, once again.