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Today... A Year Ago

Life brings with it times where we can't see the end of suffering. Experiences shape us; some more than others. Those moments you look back and see how far you've come in a year... after so many of them you start to realize time heals all. That's why as I sat in tears, lost, confused and feeling like there was no way out of the depression that consumed me a year ago - I reminisced about today. 

Today is a beautiful day. A day where I can smile seeing how far I've come. I couldn't see today a year ago, but I held onto the hope that today would mean I made it. I overcame the misery even when I never saw it possible. 

The long days and nights with no idea of how you're going to make it somehow lead you to the other side. It's a crazy beautiful thing - the strength of the heart.

It's all about perspective... looking at today a year ago gave me the hope to make it to today where I can look back at a year ago with more strength to take on this life.


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