THERAPY

I have never truly had a happy memory. I have been in the back seat for most of my life allowing others to forcibly take the steering. I have never achieved love or success and stayed dormant throughout most of my life experiences--up until my separation from an abusive narcissist. I never really knew how to appreciate the breaths I took, and in waking I only wished to die. I never really saw the purpose of living, and even as a child, I was tired of fighting. Something happens in your soul when you exhale positive words over yourself and find the will to survive everything. I had let so many years go by unlived and accepted sorrow as my bosom friend that one day I decided to uproot every lie about my future that had been peddled to me that I willingly planted and let bloom. I dug up every tree that seemed okay to eat from and I built a bonfire and let new desires spark, and oh how the deadliness of nothingness did ash and the fire blazed images of new horizons that I wanted to see mor...