I’m dramatic in the early hours..

When I left I was broken and sad. I felt unsupported, unappreciated, and worthless in my setting. So I got a job offer, picked up my life, and moved it 1,000 miles away.

When I arrived I met new people, people who laughed at my jokes, told me I was kind, cared about how I was doing every day. These people, without knowing it, renewed me. They showed me that sometimes hard work and dedication can be acknowledged and recognized. They made me feel like I deserved to be recognized. They woke my heart up from the sick sedated state it had been in, nourished it, repaired it, and helped it start beating again.

I feel like a phoenix reborn from my own ashes, heart ablaze and strong.

But can I survive the journey back?