I think maybe I am the moon after all; and not the sun. I think I’ve been fighting with this belief my whole entire life that there was something wrong with me if I was not the source of the light I had inside me. But the truth is that there is something so beautiful and profound about being the moon. Despite the darkness I fight with, I still reflect light. Sure, the sun is bright, but it has no choice; I do. Noelle Rousseau