Writing My Truths, Again

Writing My Truths, Again

This past year, I’ve been doing a lot of writing, and it’s been both beautiful and brutal.

I’ve already faced many of the painful truths of my past through working the steps and through recovery.
I’ve acknowledged the harm, done the inner work, and committed to a path of healing and accountability.
But writing about these experiences again, now, in this way,  brings them back in full color.

The real-time memories come rushing in:
The smells. The sounds. The weather. The details of the scene.
All of it.

Most people in my life,  those closest to me, already know these pieces of me.
But this book, Mom, Did You Tell Them Who You Are?, is for those who don’t.
It’s for the ones who haven’t heard the whole truth.
It’s for the ones who may feel like they’re the only ones.
It’s for the ones still searching for peace in their own stories.

Once I became an adult, I had to learn that my life, and what I want from it, is 100% my responsibility.
The things I did, the paths I chose, the people I hurt, they’re mine to own.

So I own them.
I learn from them.
And I strive every day to be better than I was the day before.

I can’t change what has already happened.
But I can keep practicing being a better me.

Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s lonely.
Even when the past knocks on the door of my present.

And so, even now,  in the writing, in the remembering, in the healing,
I choose Me. 

Because I know peace is possible.
And it’s worth the work.

Thank you for walking this journey with me.
If you’re doing the work too, through recovery, grief, forgiveness, or finding your voice,
I hope you keep choosing you too.

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