Grow

I realized yesterday that my own fear of my rage and anger, has been the cage keeping in a small space, and the dagger from which I've inflicted my deepest wounds. Always to afraid to show those feelings, of which I have the deepest shame.

In the house where I was raised, my parents were very loving people. It was, and is, a debilitating, guilt provoking love. Not the legacy I care to hold, or pass down.

I've worked very hard through the years to get to my core. To find my voice, my self. I've come to learn that what they raised me with will always be inside me, will always live, but will no longer drive me, or drive me crazy. I've been bent on self destruction for most, if not all of my life. From drugs as a kid (12), to mean, and destructive women, and self destructive acts of my own.

I will respect my carelessness, but I will care, I will treat myself with love and compassion. I will grow.

I will not spell check.