Funny how time moves. How healing takes place. One moment you’re wounded and raw. Everything hurts. Nothing is right. The smallest things are overwhelming. You feel like you’ll never be strong again.
But then, in some other moment – some perfect, random moment – you’re ready.
Just like that.
You’re suddenly strong enough to face that thing you couldn’t even look at before. And when you do, when you finally square up to it and look it straight in the eyes, it simply… vanishes. As if it never existed.
And you remain. The sole survivor.