This morning I woke up on the other side of a bridge that I’ve been crossing for…years. I have camped out…no, taken up residence on this bridge for over two decades and finally…amazingly, I’m able to turn around and see where I’ve come from.
As a young girl I was a victim. As a teenager I was a silent sufferer. In my early twenties I took all my pain and anger and created a path of self destruction. Since then I have lived in a bubble of insecurity, negativity and self-loathing but today…today I know that I can look at all the bad and see everything that I’ve overcome.
We all have trauma’s in our lives. We all lose sometimes. We all suffer shattered hearts. That’s just proof that we’re alive and finally understanding that means that I have control of how I live. I believe in God and I believe that he has given me dreams and desires for a purpose. I believe we all have a bridge to cross. It’s about learning what you’re truly capable of and discovering that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. Allowing the bad to keep us stuck is simply allowing the bad to win.
I once had a very vivid dream of what my life was going to be like. It was just a short dream but it was so clear and realistic that I awoke just knowing I had caught a glimpse of my future. A few months later that dream was shattered by a simple letter. I don’t know why or how exactly but somehow I believed that I was no longer deserving, that the girl in that dream was no longer able to exist outside of it. I allowed that situation to decide who I was, or wasn’t I suppose. I was wrong! Who I am should never be dependent on someone or something else.
All the things we go through, the good and the bad, they may affect our perspective but they should never define who we are. Be you. No one else gets to.