My scars do not define me. They are there and I wear them, not as a badge of honor, but as reminder that I can fight whatever may come my way. I am not speaking of my physical scars but the ones that are not visible to anyone else, unless I show them. We all have these scars. They are left there by battles that we fight, sometimes with others, sometimes alone. That massive hole in your heart that you feel will never be filled or be repaired, will be, eventually. And when it does, there may be scars left in the wound’s place but they will not define you either, but serve as a reminder of all you have endured and conquered. And you will be stronger for it and ready for the next battle.