Back to Reality

I've come to grips that I will have to start over elsewhere. Going back home is not really an option at this point, thanks to FEMA and I've accepted that. As much as I would love to return home, I've realized there is nothing to return to. My house will have to be torn down to be rebuilt, and there is no guarantee that something of this magnitude won't happen again. This ordeal has tested my strength in more ways than one, and at one point in time I faltered. I felt as though I couldn't go on, couldn't live my life like I thought it should have been. I went through a few pages of the diary I write in, and I was so badly off. I couldn't believe what I was reading was what I wrote; I couldn't believe I was THAT person. I've never been at such a low point in life; I've always been able to pick myself back up and fix the broken pieces in my life, and for once, I couldn't. I guess that makes me human. I'm still trying to "bounce back", but it's not easy. There are days when I still feel the need to cry, but I do it less now. Life is and always will be an ever learning experience, and what I've learned is that in this crisis is how fortunate I am to even be alive, to be able to live my life.