Crazy Enough To Believe In Me

There was no way I was supposed to come back from that dark place. Everyone I knew gave up on me. I was an embarrassment. Truth be told, I was embarrassed too. I was ashamed too. I hated me too. I too also knew that I had issues. The difference is, at some point I begun to ponder and question everything I had ever been told. In my mind, my heart and deep down in my soul I begged to differ. This groaning in my spirit only grew louder, as I dug, clawed and crawled, kicked and screamed, fought...