Sometimes I think people look at me and assume I’m so lucky. What they don’t realise is how many hours of self work it took for me to get here. How many days I want to just give up, but I still show up even on the lowest days. I worked my ass off to get to where I am. 🤍
I wish for nothing more than to go back and hug my younger self, tell her she was going to make it out and that she could be anyone in the world that she wanted to be. She didn’t deserve half the shit she put up with, but she always smiled through 🤍
People assume your gentleness must have come from an easy life. They don't know you walked through the darkness alone and transformed your pain into power, your wounds into wisdom, the mistreatment of others into boundaries, and your generational curses into blessings.
Lately I feel lost. I’m in this constant perception if people are genuine. I realise I have to accept people aren’t always genuine or have the best intentions because people are people but I’m too focused into the whys and the hows.