Facing your own mess is heavy. Coming to terms with the choices YOU made, the times YOU didn’t protect yourself, the moments you crossed your own boundaries. That point where you realize everybody can’t take the blame and you had a hand in what fell apart too. Sitting with that truth hurts, but learning how to forgive yourself hurts even more. Growth doesn’t move in a straight line. Days like this are part of it. Feel it, acknowledge it, but don’t get stuck living there.
I’ve had some dirty ass shit done to me this year, like some shit that done left me in disbelief. Everyday I be wanting to tell my story but God is giving me peace so a lot of stuff is not worth the energy anymore.