In the midst of both the depression and anxiety of my situation, but also not being fully encompassed within one or the other, I looked to the brightest light in the sky and thought it will all be okay. With that, I echo the words of Maya Angelou:
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that is rooted in pain
I rise
The triumph in rising from the dirt of a trial made the bright light in the sky shine brighter that day and fueled my heart to keep going.
Allowing myself to write freely about the experiences that have left me heartbroken, something that has helped me is the thought that when a writer writes a story down for the first time, I've heard that it should be thought of as the writer telling herself the story. I read that somewhere at sometime and it has shaped my unique perspective about the book I am trying to complete.