Moving forward doesn’t mean you have to sever ties with the memories or the feelings—they can accompany you, not as anchors, but as echoes of what shaped you. Acknowledge the pain, but also allow space for new joys to settle. It’s okay to feel afraid; fear has a strange way of signaling growth.
What if you focus on looking within yourself instead of looking towards them? The strength and light that person once gave you might already be within you—it just needs nurturing. Could that perspective help you soften the hurt while still carrying it in your heart?
I’m blessed that I am going to be blessed to see 43.
It’s a blessing because I was not supposed to make it past a few hours after entering this world.
Coming into this world, two pounds and one ounce, anything and everything is questionable.
God saw something special in me. He pushed me strong enough that I could still be here 43 years later when sometimes I question myself and my existence in the world.
I want to believe why I question my existence when I understand if I can question why I am still here when I have nothing important to show for the 43 years of my life.
The only thing I have to show my 43 years are the scars my heart holds on to from the many times it has been used and abused by the world we live in because my heart has always struggled to see the bad in people.
When people read this piece, they will say, “Stop complaining, and don’t do anything to change your life so you may feel better about it.”
The only response I could give was that I felt stuck within myself. I have imagined many times before where I would have been at the age of 43, owing something that is my own and independently away from my mama, showing her that she has given me many tools to survive on my own.
I will always need to know whether she and I share the same space.
Love is over Reddit, and I am not even worried if love finds me again because the best person to love is me, even though I can be honest with myself and say I have not always been the most loving person to myself.
Once in a while, I might fall back into old habits because I have no clue how to not be hard on myself.
The biggest challenge I have for myself is knowing that nobody Else’s opinion matters but my own.
No one else’s opinion should matter because I am the one that has to live with my decisions; no one else does, and no one else has to understand why I made the decisions I made.
Having the ability to listen to other peoples’ opinions is great, but making up your mind is the best thing you can do because no one else will have your best interest at heart but yourself.
If anyone is going to live for anyone, you should live for yourself, no one else.
Whether Your decision is something people agree with or disagree with, it’s your life.
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 