It's hard to believe it's been almost two years since everything fell apart. Hell, it's hard to believe any of that ever happened. Sitting in my favorite classroom this morning, it was September in 2011. I was broken. I was hopeless. I was a stranger in my own eyes. It was chilling, but at the same time so satisfactory. I went to the closet to grab my jacket before leaving, and glanced in the mirror, noticed my reflection with a new depth. I never let those pains characterize me. I re-worked that negative energy into a world of positive change, positive change that helped me to come into my own identity, build the life I wanted to live, and create the person I wanted to be. I am proud of my own strength and prouder still of the person I have become. I am not what happens to me, I am what I do with it.