I deserved better. Couldn't write that until I was (still am) 31 years old. See, I never felt that way before. I don't deserve nice things, blessings, a good job, good pay, compliments... don't deserve any of it. I don't deserve attention, people's time or anything.

But then I started telling my story. To friends and colleagues. People I believed who were safe and healthy. They were. I received FAR MORE than I could have ever expected in terms of validation and support. Their positive messages started to resonate.

The following weekend, I wrote, for the first time, I deserved better.

That was a huge step for me... it has paved the way for me to experience the pent up feelings I have. To begin real emotional healing.

I deserved better. We all deserved better.
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May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, carry on. ~Fun.