There was a time when i went through something so tragic that it left me feeling so distraught. so broken. left in pieces. with no one there to help me pick them up. so weak i couldnt even pick them up. so confused i didnt even know how to gather the pieces together. i didnt know where they started or ended. whether i was coming or going. i was lost. in pain. i hurt so much to the point where i couldnt hurt anymore. i was numb. i couldnt even feel anymore. didnt want to feel anymore. didnt know how to feel anymore. it was almost like i got into an accident and was left paralyzed. my mind, my heart, and my soul was just paralyzed. so much so to the point where i could not think, feel, or do properly. so much so to the point that if someone even gave me the chance to walk again, i did not remember how to. i was pushed to a certain state of mind, stuck there for so long that when i had a chance to be happy again, i couldnt even see it... i couldnt even be it...i couldnt even feel it..i lacked the motivation to reach it, i lacked energy for life...the ability to embrace it and face it. sadness and pain was all i knew for a while. it was soooo weird. you know, alot of times ... when one door of happiness closes, another opens- but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. but i know for myself, slowly but surely, ive been able to open my eyes again, which opened my mind and as far as im concerned, the pieces are coming together. im finding my way, finding myself. my strength has been regained and i'm starting to feel my senses again. im not flying or running yet, but i am walking. and truth be told, it feels good.