Do you feel like you are an open book, but not everybody has equal access to your pages? I wanted to be that way till the moment I understood that expressing myself through art is better than confiding in hypocrites. What do you do when the definition of love for someone is to be healed by the one who damaged them, but for you, it means to take the damage if it heals them? You wake up and walk away on a journey to healing. A journey filled with stages of losing yourself, denial, confusion, anger, loss of sanity, realization, acceptance, and gratefulness. You walk to a place of becoming stronger and irresistible. You walk back to safety. You rejuvenate.
