This thing that's been plaguing me for weeks.  
They're like rocks. Those little, sharp ones. It's like being hurled at with thousands, millions of them and you're there alone, helpless and trying your best to catch every single one of them because if you dont, they will hit you, break you, wound you and you'll be scarred for a very very long time.

You will struggle, cry tears of frustration, almost feel like giving up but nobody said you won't make it. It may feel impossible at that point in time, but take it one step at a time and you will prevail, eventually.  And the feeling after it all ends is just indescribable.

Pure bliss, an immense sense of satisfaction and perhaps, a tinge of pride because you've just learnt to conquer yourself and to keep on persevering, to take things in your stride and get back up whenever you are knocked down,to get over the 'rocks' and get on with life. Well that's what people say.

After all, these rocks are just tiny obstacles and the wounds they cause, temporary. It all depends on your mindset. You can choose to look at it as ugly, painful reminders of what you have been through or as the special marks you have earned on your journey to self-discovery.

Sincerely, from the Marianas trench of Natasha's unstable heart.