Some mornings standing up fills impossible. You look in the mirror and only see the broken parts. The way you carry the pieces you lost along the way but healing doesn’t strike like lightning it’s quite subtle it asks you to try again even when you’re tired of trying, you won’t feel whole overnight you will slip back into Old pain but you will also feel something new a soft strength where pain once lived your scars don’t make you lesser they mark the places you survived. One day you will look back and see every step even the shaky ones that led you home for the version of yourself you finally know how to love
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This is beautifully written
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Welcome to TS @RipCIty123
Thanks for sharing
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Thank you for this. I needed to read this today.
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