She kicked off the covers and sat up…

It was another day. But when did it start? Whatever time it was dictated what her day would be like. Would there be joy? Would there be fighting again? Every day was different, yet the same. Early mornings were the worst, it seemed. Yet each day, she sat up, kicked off the covers and started out with courage in her heart. Courage and a bit of hope and dread, mixed equal parts. Sometimes, life could be incredible. Amazing moments made her feel on top of the world, and incredibly lucky to be there. Other times, she could feel the dark jaws of the black dog closing on her, pulling her into the gaping maw. She expected to look down and see dirt under her fingernails from clawing her way above ground. Never a moment’s rest. She could never count on anything anymore. Always being in demand was just too much to take sometimes. And there was the anger. More anger than she had felt before in her life. No, that’s not true. Maybe just less self control this time. Would she be able to escape? Would she be able to find her way back to her old self, introduce that self to her new self and make this life work out great, the way she dreamed it could be? It was up to her. No matter what happened, in the end, it was always her in control of her destiny. It was in times like these that she got reaquainted with the true mettle of her spirit.