When something/someone destroys and breaks you, you have a choice to give up. To say you can't handle this anymore and give up. Or you can gently pick up the pieces, melt them with love and strength of your heart, and mold a new person. A better person.
I watched myself fading away and changing physically and emotionally for the past few months. My faith is 10 shades darker. My hair is 5 shades lighter and 10 inches shorter. My body is 15 pounds lighter and my soul... is gone missing.
I choose to fight for it. For molding this new better person. I choose to accept that Vicky that was still here a year ago is gone. For good. But that's okay.