It all started on a cold December night. A war was being waged within me. Each morning, I’d wake up feeling like I had lead flowing through my veins, helping gravity do its job. I’d drag myself out of bed, doing what I had to do. I was living my passion, surrounded by people I loved, but it felt empty. Somewhere, in a dusty corner of my being, I knew this too would pass, but there was doubt. I wondered…