Throughout the years, I’ve shared my story in bits and pieces. I’ve also hit delete more times than I can remember.
I didn’t trust myself enough to listen to me. So I would allow people to coax me into displaying my unhealed wounds, the parts of me that I was unwilling to. After I hit publish, I would silently pray that no one would see the posts.
I was ashamed of who I was my entire life. There was a time I would have given anything to be anyone but myself. I thought the invisible scars made me undesirable and hideous. Not even damaged goods, just damaged.
I also wasn’t ready to part ways with the pain. It had become me. I didn’t know who I was without it.
But, in the end, the pain, the heartbreaks, the tears- it’s everything that makes life messy and chaotic. It’s bittersweet. It’s this journey of what we call life.
So, this is a little bit more of my story in one minute. Just hit play.
I’ll see you soon…in the meantime, love yourself so much that even a Hallmark Christmas movie would be jealous.
