I will be better from this. Every broken heart. Every dead loved one. Every sore muscle. Every lost friend. Every failed test. Every time I cried because I didn’t know what else to do. Every time I panicked and couldn’t catch my breath because anxiety held my lungs. Every time I sat there loving you not loving me, made me who I am today. And I’m still not done getting better. I’m still not done hurting. I’m still not done being mad at myself for missed opportunities and for not trying my hardest. I’m still not done getting my ass kicked. And I’m still not done letting people walk all over me. Ultimately I’ll never finish taking my lumps as they come pound by pound but I will be better. Always moving forward. And always turning what pulls me down into positive momentum. All is never lost. I never realize this quite as much as whenn I’m losing. Head up. Ears open. Eyes wide. Heart full. I will grow from this.
Today is one of those days where I find myself looking back at all the bridges I burned and wondering “What the fuck is wrong with me?”