Some women don’t get to live soft lives. They get handed chaos, grief, betrayal, and they have to learn how to bloom anyway. I have been in fight or flight mode for what feels like an eternity. So long that I have a tough time letting go and trusting. I walk alone in a world men think they control. A world that labels me emotional or hysterical. Crazy or stupid. It’s one thing to have a conversation amongst friends. It’s another when one of those friends have the ability to act on your words and alter lives. The matter has nothing to do with choosing sides and everything to do with the weight of your words.
I didn’t get to where I am today because it was easy. I got here because I didn’t give up.