I'm okay

I was given so much of it. Given too much of it. Too much for me to handle, I thought…

I wasn’t prepared, I thought.

I’m weak. Alone.

I cried, I questioned, I doubted, I hated, I gave up, I disbelieved. But I pulled through. Been strong all along, never thought I could be… And now everything’s okay. Though some things are unclear and unsure, I’m okay. I’m happy. I’m home.