Looking back I can see, I was far to blind to try and understand right from wrong.

To naive to tell the difference between self destruction and being a strong woman.

I let words cloud my head and push me further away from myself.

Trying to play it cool, but really playing myself over and over.

What I really needed was a real friend.

Someone to cry on.

Someone positive.

Someone to guide my poor broken soul.

Someone to want better for me.

Someone to help me see what I refused to see in myself.

It took years and a lot of tears.

Walking through it all alone was very difficult. However I’m glad I did.

I stand alone and couldn’t be more proud of that.

Feeding my soul is priority over ego.

A day at a time.

A step at a time.

At my time…