by Asia Williams
I was in a burning building, called low-confidence, and the owner was named depression. I use to look for exits but every door I seem to open ALWAYS seem to be another room filled with fire. I could never seem to just believe that one day I would find a way out. As days went by I lost faith and hope that one day things would changes and the I open these doors something other then fire would be behind them. I tried everything possible not to touch this fire ,I tried getting rid of this fire. I tried running from this fire. I tried to hide from this fire, but nothing seem to work.
I started to get anger with myself telling myself I was never going to make it out this building. I told myself I was never going to be strong enough to break this building down. I TOLD MYSELF I WOULD NEVER DEFEAT THIS FIRE.
Then I noticed that the angrier I got, the more sad ,heartbroken, and the more I started not believe I couldn’t make seem to get away from this fire and out this building the more this fire got stronger. The problem wasn’t the fire . The problem was me.
Today, the building is owned not by depression but by me. I control whats behind those closed doors. I control that fire. I NO LONGER RUN OR HIDE FROM THIS FIRE. IT RUNS AND HIDES FROM ME.