Loving Myself

Sharing my reflection

Photo by Anna Kolosyuk on Unsplash

I remember the child and the way she felt. The guilt and the secrets that were kept. The terror of the nightmares that were haunting her into adulthood. Most of all I remember the sadness and hopelessness she felt and of wanting to die as the tortured soul of just twelve years old.

That child became me and year after year I grew stronger. It never defined me like others around…