I didn’t always love my old. I was always criticizing it. Not appreciating it enough.
Now that it is gone. I am so sad. So sad. I cry often. I didn’t want this. I didn’t ask for this.
My old was me. It was real. It was imperfect. My old is now gone. It tried to kill me. I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t deserve this. It was a wake up call to appreciate everything about myself.
Every day I remind myself to wear my scars like a warrior for it reminds me that I AM ALIVE!