Abuse does bonkers shit to your soul, people.  Doesn't seem to matter if you were physically pummeled or emotionally pummeled or all-the-kinds of pummeled, what you're forced to do within your soul and being in order to survive abuse is intense.  And then once you're out, what you need to do to undo all of that protection and try to have a normal life is some next level shit.

So just incase you thought, maybe, you were getting it wrong... that you should be further along, or better, or aren't worthy of a beautiful life full of love...  I'm just here to remind you that where you are is perfect, in all it's imperfection.  Who you are is perfect... all parts of you.  And as bad as it may be or is, it's meant to create something beautiful for you.  So give yourself a break.  For real.

I have been IN IT.  The past 3 months have been hell (more on that later). I'm a fucking mess... still.  A beautiful fucking mess, finding the pieces of my soul that had to leave in order to get me this far and inviting them back in.  I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that my kids are safe now, that my life is safe, that my body is a safe place to be.  And now I have to convince all those pieces of me that were scattered for my survival that it's safe for them now, too. 

It's like herding cats.  When you're allergic to cats.  And prefer dogs, but are like, trying to like cats because that's what you've got.  Come home cats, even though I know my eyes are going to itch like hell and I don't really know if you're going to piss all over everything when you get here.  Come home anyways and we'll figure it out together.

It's taking time, patience, and tons of unconditional self love. 

But I got this.

And so do you.

❤️