The Present

I am a survivor. I am strong. I am brave. I am compassionate. I am beautiful.

It's been almost been a full year since the worst thing that happened to me, happened to me.

I have spent the last semester building back my GPA from my shit show of a first year in college. I got 2 As and 2 Bs. I have grieved from friendships that I have lost. I finally found a job that respects my time and effort. Even though it started off really rough and I hated going to work, I have started building a connection to one of the kids. I went to therapy my first semester back and that helped so much. That might be the missing piece to my puzzle right now, but I think love is too.

I have spent so much of my life running away from my family. I do not know why I do it, but it probably has to do something with Sophia. Because once she was born, it was like everything changed. We moved cities, I started to attend a public elementary school where I was informed about the ins and outs of sex and crushes, something I only had experienced in kindergarten with Alex Rosales being my "first" kiss. 

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