The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. The squeals of young children cutting up, running through the house, carrying a laughter so bright that you are tickled too. The stains and wounds resulting from an intense family argument that could of ended with tragedy at any moment. The echoes of the family's best and worst times ran through Raina's head, as she stood inside her childhood house, to say goodbye forever.

My mindset as I maintain responsibility of my own life is unsteady. I haven't ever paid my own way or taken care of myself. There has always been someone to lean on, usually more that one person even. Anxiety is creeping in on me as I anticipate the fall of my unsuccessful attempt to rise above the dirt I came from. Why am I setting myself up for failure? Why can't I believe that I can count on myself? How do I change my own perception and vision of myself? I need to look at where I've been so I can refocus where I am going.