You hear about these kind of things in the newspaper. You see their pictures on milk cartons and posters as you walk down the street. You never think that it could be you, but it could. I would know, because it happened to me. I thought that I was safe. In fact, I thought that I was so safe that I never thought about the possibility of it happening to me at all. I guess that you can never get too comfortable with anything because as soon as you start to relax, the universe drops a weight of problems on you and for some people, that weight will eventually crush you into dust. People saw me as dust. I was the bomb that could go off at a moments notice and everyone treated me as if I would just crumble right before their eyes. But to be fair, I almost did. But I refuse to crumble. Maybe I'll regret telling you my story but I'm tired of being afraid. I've been afraid for far too long and eventually it keeps you from living. Instead, I'm only surviving. I need to rid myself of these weights and I need to feel alive again. But I think that the only way for that to happen is to keep moving forward and I can't do that when all of my pain is forced to hide away where no one can see and everyone thinks that I'm fine. Because I'm not fine. All I ask is that you listen to me because for the longest time nobody would. So, here goes nothing.