Take my hand. Can you feel the confidence coursing through my body? I don't know where it came from, but it's there, alright. It pulses, it gurgles, it boils, and it thrives. Every once in a while it is stifled by a social tourniquet, namely when I go beyond my comfort and take a chance. For some reason in the last two weeks I have been taking more chances than normal, though six days ago I stepped out and I was smacked back down. I had constrictive bands around my body parts, gripping me and squeezing me, almost branding me. I was able to break free from these bands, though I was exhausted from all the effort it took. There are still bruises. How easily I bruise but I am to the point now where I don't notice the residual as much.