There’s a lot of growth and pain that paves the way for speaking my highest truth in all situations without reservation. In waking up each morning and deciding that trying for forgiveness is the very best thing to do; that I am deserving of writing the rest of my story. In sending a letter that tied my stomach into knots and split my heart, that sent me back in time, and sucked the air out of my lungs.
I don’t know what I expected when I pressed send; I guess I wanted the huge release I fantasized about.
I think I just felt worse.
Instead, I’ve embarked on a worthwhile journey of laying my past to rest and trying to foster love from the ashes. One that I’ve been on anyway, but no longer in silence.
I think all we can do is tell our story.