Things went from bad to worse in the blink of an eye.
Not many people know my entire story and I share it sparingly because I’ve been judged harshly. Not many people supported the choices I made. I’ve lost friends and loved ones along the way and I’ve made choices that I’ve been utterly ashamed of.
But ultimately, my truth today, in this moment, is that I’m proud of who I am.
The road I walked to get to where I am between July 1, 2018 to July 1, 2019 has been anything but pretty. I wouldn’t wish the things I’ve seen and lived through on anyone.
But guess what?
I’m. Still. Standing.
I’m still standing, y’all.
I’m smiling again.
I have a peace deep down that I’ve never known before.
I miss the people I’ve lost.
Every day I want to pick up the phone but I know that there’s nothing good to come of that. I’m simply not who I was then and I don’t want to be that person ever again.
I don’t want to WANT and crave approval and acceptance because I’ve learned the hard lessons of what unconditional love actually is.
I’m grateful for those who helped me get through my journey to the place I am now and I’m sorry that some of those people aren’t with me as I continue on my path forward.
The reasons, I know, are many and scattered and there are a multitude of why and what if’s.
So be it.
I can only pray for their peace, too.
I wish them well.
I hope that one day I will have the courage to share my WHOLE story. Unashamed and raw.
Maybe that will be my goal for July 1, 2020.
Until then, friends, keep shining.
Keep moving forward.
Don’t look back.
All the love.
All the days.