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I am DONE

I am done.

I am done caring what other people think of me. 

I am done worrying about people misunderstanding me. 

I am done living in fear.

I am done feeling like I'm not enough, feeling like no one likes me. I am done having a pity party! 

I am done with thinking that I can't be or won't be happy again.

I am DONE.

Yes, I've been hurt. Yes, I'm tired and worn and exhausted and broken. But I know who I am. I'm strong and resilient and caring and kind and loyal. I am a child of God. I am strong in Christ. I am chosen. I am loved. I am more than a conqueror. I am not going to let other people affect my well-being, or cause me to question my worth any longer.

Yes, I have changed. Trauma does that to you. Grieving does that to you. Losing your innocent mind and naivety after living in a bubble for 12 years does that to you. Being hurt and betrayed does that to you. But it's not an excuse to let myself be filled with anger, resentment, bitterness, or self-pity. This is NOT who I am. 

I know my worth. I may not be like everyone else, but that doesn't make me less than. No, I'm not perfect. Far from perfect. These last few years have definitely shown a magnifying glass to my flaws and imperfections. Parenting sure does reveal all of your flaws, that is FOR sure! 

I'm not always as patient as I once thought I was. I'm not as strong as I always thought I was. I'm more quick tempered these days. I'm very sensitive and emotional.  I have found how much I like to have control when it comes to certain things. I am stubborn. I don't like admitting that I need people. There are definitely many things I need to work on to improve myself and my relationships. I can admit that.

But I know my heart. I am not malicious. I have a good heart. I have good intentions. Lately have I reacted out of hurt and anger? Yes. And I'm not proud of that. But I'm human. 

So right now I'm letting go.


 I can't control what people think of me. If people don't like me, then so be it. I'm letting go of resentment and anger. I am choosing to forgive and have peace, so that I can move forward and heal and get back to the me I know that I am. I'm giving it to God.  

I am DONE.


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