Change Is Hard But Staying Somewhere You Don't Belong To Will Destroy You

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Reblog to sprinkle previous with happiness sparkles

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kofi

Words for those who can’t go on

You will wake up some day and the same thoughts of regret and guilt won’t be as present. The feelings of unworthiness will subside. The path of true healing begins when you start to understand that we were designed for fuck up. The human experience is best described as a timeless story, you will be a masterful stroke of terrible bad luck, but your redemption arc is worth every fucking penny. You learn to laugh a little at your pain and silliness. You learn to live a little more than usual. For sure; you are flawed and imperfect, sometimes you cannot feel the warmth of your own body but still you walk through the numbness. You shine when the stars dim out, when the sun doesn’t show, even when the moon is entangled with the clouds, you shine and shine and shine.

You will learn patience. You will learn that quite slowly. The hardest part about forgiving yourself that they don’t tell you about is the silent journey of your internal exchanges. Change doesn’t begin in a day, if rome wasn’t built in a day, you cannot possibly change in your moments of rage and depression. The courage to look at yourself and understand that you cannot possibly do this alone. You will attract your support system into your life, with your own hands, you’ll craft something worth waking up to. The company of tomorrow won’t always stay, but at least you’ll still have your freedom. The greatest feeling is knowing that you’ll always keep moving forward. for better or worse, you never stop going. Your first step is the hardest step, but it’s the only one you’ll ever be acquainted with.

One day you’re going to feel amazing again. You are the unconditional love that you must give to yourself first. A light version of what it means to truly be free. So proceed with caution, but always proceed. You are both an ending and a new beginning. You are the first page and the last chapter. You are the worst parts of your life, but you are also the sweetest moments of a midnight dance in the dark shared between innocence and young love. You are the road least traveled. The rose that grew out of concrete. You are the most beautiful person to complete this unfinished story. You are both author and reader. You are the rain. You are the flowers. You are the plucked. You are dry-pressed petals hidden under beds for a rainy day that might never come, but still you arrive all the same. You are the stars and all of its wishes. You are the faults and the mistakes, but you are also the answers and the corrections. You are the struggling, but you are also the unshakable. You are the calm, but you are also the storm. You are that very strange fixation to go on, because there’s nothing sweeter than your road to victory. You are every time you’ve watched yourself cry, you are also every moment you decided to smile. You are so damn incredible and worthy of a happy life. You still don’t have everything figured out, but my god, aren’t you just a sight to behold? Breathe gently, because it’s really going to be alright, no feeling is final. I am sending you so much love, with all that I am. You are the warm blood rushing back to cope with the absence of the sun, and it really is bright enough to shut out the darkness forever. I promise. Everything is going to be alright.

To anyone suffering at the hands of domestic abuse, please know you are not alone and there is an incredible life waiting for you.

At the height of my abuse, I truly believed death was my only escape. I was wrong, I was so wrong.

It took me 17 years to escape. 99% of people here don't know the full extent of what I went through.

I have been diagnosed with complex PTSD and remain in therapy over 5 years later. Healing is long and hard and messy but progress is made with every passing week.

I am now safe, loved, adored, needed, wanted, appreciated. I am seen. My voice is heard.

And it's fucking incredible 🖤

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