I’ve heard that every journey begins with a single step. This seems fitting for where I stand now. I’m no longer living my past, and I’m not quite where I want to be.
I’ve learned some hard lessons, some of which few know, such as what remains when just about everything you love is taken away
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I know what it feels like to be so scared that it rewired my brain and changed my physiology.
And to have it happen again, and again, and again.
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There are many pieces of me from my past, and I am joining fragments to build something new while honoring the old.