Then AUTUMN finally came and it brought some relief…

Just enough to let me see the real damage going on.

I had to access what was left…literally…

I had to pick up the pieces and figure out…

How I was going to be able to find the strength to move on.

I even tattooed “Stay Strong” on my right forearm…

As a constant mantra to focus on…ME.

It helped me hold on…it was my anchor of HOPE.

I realized that I had lost myself in the storm of life.

I felt like my identity had flown away in the strong winds.

I did not know who I was, what I liked, what I wanted.