My Sweet Girl

The older I get the more I appreciate my history.

I feel like a part of me will always be that little girl. The little girl inside of me that I fight to protect every day.

Despite everything I’ve lost, I was deeply loved. I still am deeply loved. Sometimes I don’t always feel it since I am isolated so much of the time (even before COVID-19).

I do it less these days, but I went looking for a flash drive and ended up looking at old pictures. They bring me a sense of safety. The safety of being loved.

Life is a crazy thing. There will be times where everything is going smoothly. There are going to be times where it’s hard. As much as it would be nice, life isn’t always going to be fair. People come from different backgrounds.

I am thankful that I come from people who loved me intensely. I used to in ways deny my history in hopes to deny the pain. Once I began embracing all the pain and chaos I began to become more human. I come from strong women. They were also emotional and passionate women. Now I am also that emotional and passionate. For one, I now cry at way too many movies.

That little girl inside of me still has a lot of healing.

So, my sweet girl, I am fighting like crazy for you.