My hands were shaking tremendously, and I could feel my heart drum in each of my ears. It seemed to grow louder, and I was worried that everyone else could hear it as well. The mic stood as the only barrier between my peers and I, and it was not making me feel anymore secure. "So, this is it." I said to myself with a deep breathe. I'd really been back and forth as of late. Timid in regards to every new endeavor. Afraid that if I started something, it would never be enough. So I just did not do it. I created a "bubble life," where I thought I was able to control everything. That day, in front of that mic... I realized that I was being destructed..or I was destroying myself rather. In the midst of speaking to myself, I stopped, and whispered a prayer.
God, our Father, what must I do to be saved?
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.