Bad Chapters

Bad chapters, wrong paths, failed dreams...


I don't believe any of these truly exist. Everything happens to us as it is meant to be. This can be hard for us to accept.

I spent years in denial of what my life was: a narcissistic, alcoholic father, a broken home, losing my grandfather (my best friend) so young, a brother battling drug addiction, sexual assault in university, married & divorced, and most recently an intruder in my home with the intent to kill me, my brother's suicide, a vile letter from 8 aunts & uncles and my grandmother telling me I deserved to die, berated publicly on Facebook by the other side of my family, dated a narcissistic psychopath and finally, the straw that broke the camels back, abuse from a boss that caused me to have a breakdown.


I don't tell you this to feel sorry for me. Don't! I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm glad it all happened! It was meant to happen because it made me stronger, made me resilient, made me value the good relationships in my life, made me grateful for the amazing network that surrounds me, and makes me proud to say that I am still standing!


It almost broke me. I spent years fighting the urge to kill myself. Every day I had to decide to keep living.


Were they bad chapters? Absolutely! Did I take some wrong paths? Sure - but those paths were meant for me. There were things I needed to learn. Did I have failed dreams? Yup, but only to find out that better ones were on their way to me.


Don't give up! Don't lose faith! Stand tall in your truth; own it! Then show all those who have hurt you that you give out nothing but love and light. Let them chew on that for a while. Maybe, just maybe, you can show them the path to healing.

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