On December 21, 2016, the day of my twenty-ninth birthday, three things happened. Three things that destroyed me. Three things that I wouldn’t wish upon my worst nemesis. Three things that unraveled everything I’d worked so hard to build over the past decade. They say bad things come in threes…whoever ‘they’ are. Well, they were right. Yet, out of the ashes of my downfall, a phoenix arose. A beacon of hope. Something brighter and more promising than anything I’d ever seen in my life. It encouraged me to spread my wings and love again. It wanted me to be free. Too bad my wings were clipped, and I couldn’t fly. Too bad I chose to remain caged instead.