Once upon a time, I saw the world as a place full of wonder and opportunity. I believed that I could be anything I wanted to be if I only put my mind to it. The world taught me otherwise and absolutely crushed me, it took my spirit and it took my muse. I learned that I cannot trust even those closest to me for they'll turn as soon as they get bored. I was dark, lost, and utterly alone with no one to turn to and demons chasing me wherever I went, haunting everything I did, mocking everything I was told, turning the world into a web of dangerous lies told by everyone. Then I met someone, someone who showed me that I can believe in myself again, that what one person did to me does not have to define me, and it doesn't have to kill my spirit, and one night my muse came back to me. Calling me to write again, to share the rawness of the new me the me who believes that the world will trample on you when you least expect it, but that you can recover it just takes time. I will never be the person I once was, but it's okay to change, to become a better version of yourself for you. Embrace it and learn it.