I am confused. I am lost. I am hurt. I am wandering, praying, crying, breaking, and barely making it through each and every day. But do not pity me. Do not belittle my sadness with memories of happier days. Do not threaten me with a good time to get me through the night. Do not think for one second that I will not make it through this- do not think for one second that I am uncertain about my future, my dreams, my strengths simply because I am uncertain of who I see in the mirror. I do not want your sympathy, I do not want your comfort, words of encouragement, or guiding hand. I see my dreams, my achievements, and my future goals sitting in front of me ready for the taking. I see the road I have to take in order to reach them. I will and without your approval, pity, and/or support. Get your binoculars because this road is my own to travel.