I am working my way towards a vital existence.  An existence of life, blossoming from under the sun into something more beautiful than I have grown up to know thus far.  Every day for me is becoming more of a prescription of happiness.  I am finding hope again, this time in a place that offers little hope.  I have been sitting in my room for weeks now figuring out who I am and what I truly want to do and so far I have made great progress and a considerable amount of arrangements.  I am honing my craft, I am planning and budgeting for something I only thought would stay in my mind.  I am setting sail on something that I was born to do.  I am teaching myself, educating myself, becoming myself again, getting ready to bring my little world that sits in my head and giving it away to everyone who needs it most.  I have been broken, but am slowly fixing myself and as I rebuild myself, I make sure it stays sturdy for the next blow that comes my way, which will be inevitable.