It’s been a turbulent few months.  Everything that had been familiar to me for almost 7 years came to an end. The shell of a person that I was, was forced to grow. The person that I used to be needed to brought back to the surface, tweaked, made better and brought back to life. Sitting alone, crying, crying, crying….. crying. No ringing from my phone because I didn’t tell anyone what happened for weeks. Drowning in my tears alone….

I wondered around aimlessly and without purpose. I went to work and made through the day, all the while having no identity. My only goal was to make it through the day. Limit my time in the real world and hurry home to my solitude.  For months I didn’t see anyone when I looked in the mirror.

I remembered who I was. I remember being in High School and knowing I didn’t belong there. I am supposed to be who I was. I am supposed to where I am. I think of where I have come from and what my life would have been like if my Mom had never moved to the United States. I realized I have to find the person that I was. Reintroduce myself and take the things I have learned from the last 7 years and make her better.

It’s happening slowly. I walk down the road with more confidence. I paddle out knowing I should be there. I look in the mirror and see the beauty I haven’t seen in years. I can look at my friends and appreciate them. I can look at them and know why they are in my life. I can look at them and want to be better.

Time still goes by slow sometimes, but I can finally say that I am seeing progress. Slowly, with one foot in front of the other, I am walking with the world again.