I will rise again! Laying on my bed, I can feel the pit my body dug onto it – no prize for guessing what it would say if it could talk. It has been my refuge and comfort zone for months now; it knows what I dare not share with the world. It has been there with me shielding me from the darkness of depression and cushioning the blows of life, it helped me pierce through stress and doubts whilst providing much needed comfort. To the world, I have it all under control. No one hears the painful screams concealed by my laughter. No one notices how broken I am beneath my poised bearing, the smile that stops my quivering lips’ attempt at a plea for help or the tales my face could tell about being drenched daily by the tears flooding my pillow… Letting go: I had it all once. I mean it was not the best that my dreams were made of but still I had it all. The snags came when I settled and had let it all become my comfort zone. I had procrastinated a lot of drea...