Round One
So, here I am again. Facing yet another difficult journey in the face of death. I was never prepared for anything like this. Life has a funny way of making things seem black and white while trying to make the vivid colors noticeable, too. It’s not always the grass that's greener on the other side. My grandmother told me that life is what you make of it, and everything happens for a reason. I’ve tried to stay positive in the moments that led to this happening again, but I'm only one person, and I’ve gotta try to understand that I am the only person and can’t do everything on my own. Reaching out for help has always been a struggle for me because it was admitting defeat, and growing up in my environment, it wasn’t acceptable to accept defeat. It made me look weak and spineless. I was taught that showing compassion and feelings or empathy was also a sign of weakness. It wasn't like that in the grand scheme of things. My heart is one of the purest, and I am a very old soul....