In 2015, I've managed to watch my father pass from lung cancer, watched my grandmother pass almost a couple weeks later, watched my friends go through their problems, lost the person I thought I would get married to, lost myself, got severely sick in which the doctors initially thought I had cancer myself, oh yea...and thought many times of taking a handful of pills and calling this thing called life quits....
But I'm still here. Some. Way. Some. How. I am still here.
I didn't think I would ever be "ok" again. I didn't think I would ever find my purpose of living ever again. But I'm getting there. Don't get me wrong, I do have my moments where I sit and think about all that has happened which brings me to tears....but I'm finding peace more and more everyday.
It's the little moments of happiness I've learned to hold on to. It's the little flashes of inspiration God places in my heart that keeps me going. It's realizing that LIFE GOES ON. It's ok to cry and hurt. But one must be able to come back from that. So I am determined to get through this. I am determined to make my father so proud of me (even though he already was :)). I am determined not to give up on myself. I am <determined>