Getting out.

The whole world started to fall apart around her. Every tiny word had the affect of two worlds colliding. How was she supposed to control her emotions? She knew what she stood for but couldn't find where her knowledge applied in life. Every watered down thought pooled into an unmanageable river that eroded her joy into a deep unrepairable canyon.
Nothing made sense and it seemed as if her every friend had turned away. She couldn't let herself stay in this pit of sorrow, she had to find a way out. She started to realize that when the world told her that the only way to climb out was dig to herself a little deeper, that didn't help at all. Her only hero now was the sure footing on the rock. She made choices for her own well being instead of choices made to be the perfection she was told to be. Finally she was in the open air. Released from the pit, she started to live her life. She built her house on Rock to withstand the rains ahead and forever she lived with all the happiness whether rain or shine.