Y'all, like many of y'all, I feel deep nostalgia for what was.
But there is one thing that I am starting to see.
We are SURVIVORS. We were not defeated. And we will not be defeated. We refuse to be broken by this disorder. It will not defeat us.
Together we stand. Not as victims, but as Survivors.
Yours
~Reece
That kept me going :
Invictus.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.