Over the years, I have learned to forgive myself for trying to fix things I didn't break. I'm outgrowing the spaces I once filled. I am learning to release myself from all the versions of me I created just to survive. I am not
going to be that version of me that is happy with the bare minimum. Maybe, I will never be able to trust anyone without doubting them at first, maybe the next time someone tries to hold my heart, I will hesitate to let them in and I think that is okay. I no longer crave to be seen, because I know that true growth often happens in the shadows, away from the spotlight. No one will know the chaos it took to be this calm, the scars it took to be this healed. The scars I carry are reminders of battles I fought and the lessons I learned. Here I am, learning to understand myself without having the need to be understood by anyone else. I am putting my broken pieces one by one so gracefully that I cannot help but be grateful for everyone I met until I met myself.
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