What I Make of Me
I wish I could reminisce like you for some sorta time and space I felt safe. But since a young age I had to learn to hold myself and know despite it all, I was still enough. But as you would have guessed, I didn't know that and spiralled down a really dark path. No, there were no alcohol and drugs, there was something worse, the constant battle with crippling feelings of 'not enough'.Imagine growing up believing you should not exist at all. Imagine how would you turn out. I wish I could say I'm turned out ok, but I guess that's not the complete truth. Even though you may see me holding it together, I'm no more found than you.We're lost and alone in the journey back home trying to grow along the way. Even if we do find souls that help us carry the load, in the end we're the ones to answer to what we let go.Maybe it would be easier had I learned differently from what my childhood branded in me. But I'll never know and it doesn't matter. I've learned to make of my self what brings me peace and let go of the misconceptions in my system of beliefs.© Máh Lima
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