You Didn't Break Me

It wasn't easy. I thought I had reached my breaking point, the trials I've faced for sure, but this was a new level of hard I never expected. 

But that's life right. We can't always be in charge. Unknown things are unavoidable because of the world's instability. The path is not always in the order we directed.

I don't think it is always intentional, or maybe that's my belief in hopes it helps me step forward and not hold on to bitterness, because I know that notion bears no fruit.

I can not sit in the place you broke me because it is destroying my soul, and it's holding me captive. To find healing and hope for the future, freedom has to be my pursuit.

I choose to pick my battles, so I will let go of your words, your unkindness and invalidation, because I refuse to sit in a place of defeat and despair. 

You don't get to define my identity, you broke me for a moment. I have to admit it, and even though the injustice in me wants to find retribution, I know my healing isn't there.

So I have made my decision and chosen my fight, and that choice is me, because I am too important and what is ahead is too valuable to be held by your mistakes.

I press on, endeavour to proceed, release the weight of your actions, as I choose to succeed, and declare to not be restricted by life's small attempts of my happiness to take

So no, you didn't break me permanently. I'm not tethered to this trauma or pain. I chose restoration. As I know now, my healing is not found by fixing what you shattered. 

It is by allowing it to leave my body, denying it room in my mind and soul, telling it that there's no place for it here, as the essence of my life's purpose is goodness and that is what will and has always mattered.