Often, I have permitted myself to experience sorrow, understanding that it propels you into an intense cycle of reflection. Individuals will invariably attempt to take advantage of you, or even walk all over you; the art of rising again is fundamentally tied to how profoundly you’ve been forced to the ground. I’ve allowed some to use my emotions as their playground. They’ve trampled upon my self-assurance, shattered my affection, and submerged my feelings so thoroughly that I’ve been, at times, utterly numb.   There was a period when I was truly insensate to everything and everyone. No words, neither praise nor sarcasm, could touch me; absolutely NOTHING. My belief in