Darkest hour

The darkest hour of my life is coming. The hour that I've been afraid of all my existence. The hour of truth. The hour of anger. The time to stop being in silence and be brave enough to tell some things. To stop the lies of some people, the stories in which they have been building their lives. I cannot let him to die without knowing. Without knowing the consecuences, the harm he made to us. The darkest hour is coming. The final battle of my life. It's scary. It's painful. But it's has to be done. It's the hour of empty that dark room inside me. To have time and space for new things, for joy, for love. To breath, to smile. The hour is here, the moment to start living again, without the forces that drag me to hell, without the voices in my head that tell me what I have to do. The hour of making my own choices. The hour of start knowing myself. The hour of having the power to create a storm and don't be frightened for that. Sometimes, storms are necessary to break up the balance and to open the possibilities of change. Yes, the darkest hour of my life is coming. I will never be prepared for that, but it's has to be done. In order to be free, ir order to walk in the world, it's has to be done. It's the end of darkness.