I’ve fallen so many times and I’ve always picked myself back up. My bones have broken. My flesh has been bruised. My body is littered with the scars—seen and unseen—of my past; of the ghosts that haunt the halls of my mind. But I am slowly making peace with them now and I know I need not fear them. I am filling up the empty rooms of my soul and opening up the curtains. And as I stand with my face turned toward the sun, as I feel the warmth on my face and my eyelids, I feel something new being born—rising inside of my chest; an eternal flame growing bigger. My soul is renewing. My heart is healing. My mind is finding peace. I am becoming. I am whole.