I admit that I have been “there” before. I say this because I am no better, or worse.
I am only me. But you and I knew this a long time ago.
I remember this well. I remember the different times and the troubles with chaos.
I remember the spells of outrage and desperate needs.
I have lived through this somehow, and somehow, I am still alive and here to tell you about this.
I am not one to say that I am tough or strong. I would not call myself weak; however, strength and weakness are both relative terms.
I know all about what happened, what took place, what I did, and I know why too.