I find myself counting BLESSINGS,
Every time they fall to me.
And it never fails to pass through my mind that I wouldn't be here to live and LOVE this beauty of dreams and goals and success if my plans went through 5 years ago to commit suicide. And the years between then and now of hurting, and pain, no love, and never ending thoughts breaking me down.
To most you confide to they will brush aside that a beautiful "perfect" woman who "has it all" would never even need to ask for love. But that same one has been alone her whole life. They will laugh that she could ever be insecure. The same one that self harmed. They would lose interest, believing her full of lies that she could ever want to die. But there were mannyyy nights she was on the floor in tears, and prayed for it to end.
That girl was me. 5 years later and I've let my past make me better not bitter. Some flowers take longer to bloom but they have the brightest most beautiful life when they do and I'm starting to be thankful every day that I keep fighting.
Everybody has chapters they never read aloud, there are times behind closed doors no one knows shaped you. And the strongest ones fly alone, fighting the worst. Wiping their own tears and smiling the next morning like the strongest ever.
Never ever give up... love yourself. You are the best project you can work on, consistence is key. Above all, remember that you can be NEW any day you choose no matter who and where you have been. And it can and does get brighter than the flames you walk through now. 💞🌸🌹💋. I am not saying it gets better but you do get stronger and it's worth it to see what just might be waiting for you ✨