“Change Sucks” I said to myself as I struggled to get to sleep. “Let’s Stay Awake all night long” said my other half of my brain,halfer.He was intent on letting my stress turn my visage into a crusty,purple rings under the eyes,completely bloodshot,wrinkly mess. “NO!” I said,hitting the pillow as I said it.It was 3AM.The Middle of July to be exact.You See,the problem i faced was that i may have been suttle,silent about my issue,but deep inside my mental state was deteriorating from this point on,causing me to loose some valuable sleep time.My Problem was that I was currently living in a house that I grew up in,that my mother was at,and where I learned to walk talk and dance.My Mother died back in 2009 in a car accident,and from before I knew what was wrong when I was picked up at school that day,I guessed “House Gone”.I didn’t expect the truth,so in reality my second most fear was loosing the house I grew up in.The Connection I felt to that house,my mom,was going to be shattered in about a few months. Sure the nights were a living hell as I struggled to get some sleep.Though on my outer exterior, I seemed prideful of the move.There was some pros,like more space, new things to discover,and most of all,I would find myself facing a major adversity in the end.But that didn’t happen overnight.This New adversity would take some mental output,input,and realizing change isn’t always so bad.

The Day Comes.The Time at nights was over. The Distinct senses of the house contrast from the old one .Like,The house at first smelt like old wood.you would taste fresh air of a new kind,and most importantly,you would see a new labyrinth,a new maze of fear and wonder.The wonder was how cool it was to have a new crawl space to build a secret club cave in,right behind the closet in your new main room.I realized flaws at first on the new house,with the annoying sounds of cars zooming by your conventional new home until about 10 PM.Also there was that connection with my mother lost. However I realized that even if they may seem to be an adversity,realize that this wasn’t a major connection. “It’s not like we lost the grave stone”, I said to myself.on the day we movedI realized from this expirience that if you think hard about your adversity,you may overcome with some incontovertible evidence.My Story Comes down to how fear may build and build,but maybe the wall of fear you build .One of the dreams I had when I actually got to sleep in late summer was one of a nightmare I recall.It was me walking down a road by a bridge and stream.The Bridge acted as a dam,I guess.Then a new verse of one of my favorite songs,”Another Brick in the Wall”, wrote it self. I heard a children’s choir sing at a sad tone,”THE BRIDGE WON'T HOLD ANY LONGER.I Just stood there,not doing anything about it,and the water came pouring out. I think the choir and I screamed. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” in the last second of the dream,cut off by me drifting between worlds,the one i fear for the future,and the one I’ve grown to realize is not just sleeping,a dream dimension .I woke up startled.From that day on I knew the that the movie is evitable and like the bridge,the problem is only a bad dream.I realize now that the new house is not that bad,and even with that connection ,my wide,fresh new room gives a great feeling of gratitude and happiness,Sure,it’s different But i realized the adversity wasn’t at all an adversity,but a “Bridge” to another beginning.The Road may seem narrow,but the warrior still carries on the winding road that has come to be known by the term “Life”.The Grim Sense of anger will rise and collapse so thus,your fears will wash away like a warm summer day in late may.