Finding hope after darkness

Sitting in the manic darkness of my mind, lost in the turmoil of what I had expected life to be.
I am not a burden; I am not a waste. I have a right to live, and I have a right to love. Damn, you for betraying my heart; damn you for throwing me away like trash; I deserve better. Because I am not trash!
I was sick; God damn you, I was ill, and you and your ability to justly your bad behavior is out of this universe. I did not swim in the shadows after all.
I did not give in to the darkness and was given a light to show me my story was not done. I was shown I have a purpose and a reason to go on.
I was shown that even though my mind was hurt, I was shown how to bring some calmness to the storm within my mind through the magical potion that I was bestowed.
Rebuilding from the sadness and the turmoil is a scary feat; learning that the one person you chose to bond with felt that you were disposable is not an easy act to survive, but you can stay.
I found new purpose and self-awareness with my potion of calmness, and with all of this, I found pure love in a way I never thought I would see.
I found an actual goal for my life and a closer connection with God. I found a reason to keep fighting, an excuse to keep showing up in my own life and not giving up for as long as the universe as God allows me to be. Now that I get to live in potential, I get to live in hope, and after being in the depths of darkness, this is a much better place to be.