Ever the victim, it's easy to lament a tale of woe, especially with an avid party of one. Victims are clever at painting a portrait of themselves tinted rose, accompanied by an ever lingering melody played on a teeny little violin.
My bag of shit that is full of insecurity and uncertainty is clever to cloak my victim attitude, and it's only now, months later, that I'm able to look at myself objectively and begin to understand.
It's taken forever and a day to begin to forgive myself for being who I am. That I don't have to always be the one to blame, that it isn't always my fault, that sometimes, shit happens.
This quote,
Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't...
Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't...
stumbled upon in my current novel, seems timely, a gift really, a make-shift mantra as I walk my path wiser and stronger every day.
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