I lived a long time thinking I was broken beyond repair.
let me rephrase that I thought I was unloved, unworthy, scarred,and broken. Quite the package deal. it started when I was young, never feeling like I was good enough at anything I did.
I carried this baggage under my mask of anxiety, feeling like no one or nothing could ever make me happy, that no one could love the real me, that nothing could ever make me feel worthy..
I was always pouring salt into old wounds, until I stopped the self loathing. I didn’t know how to get out of the storm I was stuck in..I didn’t know what could help me live in the moment and stop hurting from the past or being scared of the future.
But I realized I am a survivor and i maybe I wasn’t broken I was just a little bent..
Now I am ready to open up and show my true self to who I really am.
I am a lovely woman looking for comfort and happiness, its really hard to find that with my current situation but if you take the chance on getting to know me, you will be happy that you did..