One day I woke up and realized that my life had passed me by.
I looked in the mirror and saw a woman, no longer a scared little girl, and I thought… where have I been all this time.
Running.
The sound of footsteps.
I am frozen; but my mind starts to run away from me.
Stop. Just stop.
I tell myself these things.
I hear the creak of the door. Please not tonight… Please not me…not anymore…
One day I will tell my story. One day I will be strong.
For today, I am thankful I finally put that little girl to rest. I am thankful that I made it through alive.
I regret those I pushed away who just wanted to help, although they never understood or could never understand. Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten so lost along the way if I would’ve just faced her…
If I had only faced the little girl within me, given her a big hug and said “it’s ok, you have survived!”
So, just for today, I will let you in; but only this much.
If you want to share your story, feel free. One day, I’ll tell you mine.
The little girl within.
You were strong.
You never gave up on me.
You knew the woman I would become...
