Shedding my Skin
From one life, into the next, my journey of self-discovery.
I have walked many paths, and been many men, some good, some bad, but all better than the one before. Each one in turn taught me an incredible lesson about both, who I am as a person, and who I wanted to be. Without that succession of growth, we remain idle and stagnant.
We become bitter, and resentful and linger in parts of our minds that we weren’t meant to occupy, no, we have to learn to let go of things that no longer serve us as people.
I used to carry resentment, anger, hate until I learned that the pain I was holding onto was only hurting me, and the wounds never truly would heal, or even get the chance to, without me letting go.
The greatest gift I’ve learned to give myself was peace, but getting to that peace took climbing mountains and burning bridges. I had to let go of things that weren’t built for me, things that didn’t have the capability of loving me because when you don’t love yourself, how can you love someone else?
I learned what it meant to love myself through the hardships of abuse and turmoil of attempting to love emotionally unavailable people. And what I wasn’t willing to accept in my relationships anymore.
