The past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Some days I feel on top of the world. Other days I feel alone and worthless.

I have had moments of gratitude and joyfulness for my new life, and moments of shame and regret for my past.

I have laughed in ways I forgot were possible, and cried enough tears to fill a stream.

In my moments of joy I feel hope for the future in the ways my past never allowed.

When the sadness rolls in it feels as though failure has hit and the battle is being lost.

But when those tears dry up and that hope shines through stronger than before, I know the battle is being won.

I am mourning my past and dreaming of my future.

My future is bright and my past is dim.

When those lonely nights come, I know now they will fade.

For God is with me and I will not fail.

And through this trial when my heart does not know what to feel, I will choose to hold on tight to the possibilities. The idea of life in the purest, happiest form. The path where my heart is healed and my past was only a route taken to the promises clenched deep in my soul.

I let go of the darkness moment by moment, day by day. The sorrow slips away little by little, making way for the light.