You start out living happily and carefree

treasuring life and thinking nothing could go wrong.

Nothing bad could possibly happen to you.

Nothing can bring you down. How could it.

You're in the penthouse suite of life--untouchable.

Then out of nowhere there is a disastrous crash that leaves you broken and destroyed

like shattered glass spread across the ground.

You will never quite be the same.

There will always be that bottomless void in you missing.

You become deluged with negativity

and overwhelmed with a tsunami of toxic thoughts you never could have imagined thinking.

The worst part is that this--this hell you now live in

is your new reality.

Or maybe--maybe it's not.

You crave for your old life back,

but can never return to how things used to be.

You may roar with anger and frustration as you please,

but that isn't enough to make a difference.

You must have courage and allow it to build up.

Allow it to swell up and overcome the negativity.

Only then will you be able to change the cards you have been dealt.

Though the scars never disappear--they will fade.