Fear tries to run me away. The memories of trauma tries to keep me from seeing the progress of healing and recovery on this journey. The date stares me in the face, yet I continue to stand. Though tears flood my eyes and the area around my eyes are left swollen, I repeat the words of Mariah Carey, “I am going to make it through the rain”. Fighting the voice that tells me I am scared, I cannot move past such memories of trauma. I am holding tighter to my faith versus fear. I’ll make it through this night. One day at a time. Moment by moment. I am stronger than I was before. I can make it. I will make it. I am not alone.