It was in that moment, when the storm clouds broke, that I knew I had survived. This storm had thrown all its might at me. It had tried to drown me, to swallow me, to destroy me. I had known the worst.
And yet despite being cold, wet, and alone, I knew I had survived. As I looked up into those clouds, I saw the faintest rays of lights breaking through, and in them I found something. Something I had long denied, something I refused to acknowledge except for the poison I believed it to me. Something I was now ready to accept and find meaning in.
I found hope.
