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And so I've come to realize that dark times come with ghosts, and no matter what you do or where you go, they will haunt. Along with this, I've come realize that with desperation comes hope.
I've been overpowered by the shadows of despair. I have felt loss and sorrow down to my core. But now I've reached a point where I'm starting to see the light, waiting for me to leaving the dark. I am not healed, and may never will be. The scars will fade, but the memory won't. I know the ghosts will haunt me for a long time, maybe forever. But I am hopeful and stronger than I was before. Driven by the dream of better times, I go forward under God's grace.
Yes, I am still shattered, but I'm alive. I've hit the bottom, and from here there's no other way but up.


"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me."
-Psalms 23:4