Someone once called me brave for these writings and I’d like to revisit that. I’d like you to understand that I’m not heroic. I’m not brave. There are far braver people in this world than me. I’m simply sharing my story. I’m not a victim because I choose not to be, and in some cases, I was the perpetrator. While terrible things did happen to me, I am overcoming them day by day and learning along the way. I want people to understand that above all, at the core, we are all human. We stumble. We are imperfect. Flawed. All we can do is try to be better versions of ourselves each and every day.
One thing I have learned in life so far is to stop being scared of who I am. There will always be people who don’t like you and that is okay. There’s a stupid saying out there; you could be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world and there will always be someone who hates peaches. While it’s stupid it’s true. You just have to remain strong in your identity. You will stumble along the way. I myself am finding my identity changes as I change and grow older. I am ever-evolving as a person. This is normal I suppose, growth as they call it. In any regard, I am just me. Being me. Trying to be a better me every day. Not a hero. Not brave. Just, me.