One day I made up in my mind that Bitch wasn’t my name.

24 Nov

I was called out of my name a million times and by the time I reached 1,000,001 I was done.

To suffer trauma is to try to heal forever.

I am a lover of life and an empath and the pain was too great.

I decided not to suffer any longer and to love me.

The journey of knowing my name and answering ti my name wasn’t overnight and it was and has been overwhelming.

Yet even more powerful is the notion to forgive and to love the unlovable, the unlovely.

Being powerful is forgiving those that will never apologize or will know that they are even in the wrong.

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