Back. Tired. Wounded. Defeated.

Its been a long time. Too long, actually. As I read the last posted entries and realise I ceased existing for almost two years. My voice silenced. My soul imprisoned. And the worse is, it was my choice.

I am back. But not victorious, with my head up high. I return filled with shame. Heartbroken. Collecting scraps of what I used to be and the joy I felt. Piecing together memories of the hopes I had for a bright, happy future.

The future has arrived. And its neither bright nor happy...