Loving Myself

A young child is on the floor with both hands on a red paper heart.
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…

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kali Sky

kali Sky

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I'm spiritual but not religious. I survived abuse but I'm now a warrior.. Writing is my healing. Human interactions fascinates me.