Happy After All

by Maisey Yates

It’s true. I’ve never realized how true that is. I can remember clearly one of my friends saying to me afterward that she would never have been able to be as strong as I was. It didn’t feel like a compliment, even though I knew she meant it as one. I had no choice but to keep breathing. To keep going. I didn’t feel strong; I felt weak and broken. I still do. That’s the real tragedy of it. You go on.

when everything was really dark, it had to be romance for me, because I needed to believe in something bigger than what I was experiencing.