I stood there in the middle of the empty street. The sky was gray and angry. Thunder shook the earth around me, and pellets of rain beat down on my soft skin. Dark clouds loomed above me. I breathed. My light summer dress felt heavy now as it clung to my body. My eyes were hard and full of burden. This was it, the breaking point. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands. My lips began to quiver. “No,” I thought, “Don’t lose now.” I had held it in; I had forced myself to. The rain poured harder. The clouds grew more angry, & the sound of the rain slapping the ground became so loud I could hardly think. And then… I let go. I let go of all the things, all the things that I had been holding down. “It’s not fair!” I screamed with all that was in me. The thunder was even louder than before. Tears streamed down my face mixing with the rain. “it’s not fair..” I whispered. I stood there, defeated. And in that moment, I realized that this was the beginning of my healing; & that now I could finally move forward.