You’re not made whole by plenty and safety.
Your mettle is cast in the furies of the forge.
In the fiercest of storms.
It becomes a choice.
You’re stripped bare.
You are lost.
When it becomes easier to hate than to love.
When misery becomes the accepted, and hope is just a tale.
When your beloved memories betray you.
When death is sweeter than taking the next hard breath.
And where a lie is more palatable than the truth.
This is the moment when you choose the latters.
To not give in.
You choose to become something much more than who you are.
You’ve become a hero, my friend.