It’s 1:36 am. Most of the world is falling asleep and I am coming alive.
Every so often I have these moments where I realise my strength. I realise what I’ve gone through, what I’m going through, what I’ve carried all on my own, and it hits me that this will all be okay.
Like a lioness looking after her cubs I have bared my claws to anyone who dares try to attack my home.
At night I lie awake; I have cried salty tears into my pillow but left no stain.
I have tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot in what sometimes feels like rocky ground.
I have stared up at a glowing screen, hoping for conversation that never comes.
I have had moments where my heart begins to beat so fast and I become so overwhelmed that my chest tightens and I feel like at any minute I might stop breathing, I might stop living. It might all turn to darkness and life as I know it might end.
Like a ship miles out at sea, I have thrown down my anchor but found no land to hold on to.
But I can only control my own heart.
I can only be strong for me, I can’t worry that others don’t love me.
I will find land, my home will be safe, and I will lift up my arm and shake my fist at the world.
I will let it know that I cannot be conquered, that I cannot be held down.