I was reminiscing today about many things and I decided to take a trip down memory lane and somehow wound up on here again. As I was reading through my old posts, it hit me: all those times when the people I love told me it would get better were times when they knew better than I that it would, in fact, get better.
3 years ago I broke up with the person I thought at the time was the love of my life. It took a while to fully get over the pain, but the struggle revealed ways that I could work on myself that I wouldn’t have otherwise. During that process of self healing and construction, I met a man who has been so good to me and we have built a life together that the me 3 years ago couldn’t even have dreamed of. We have two amazing dogs, a German Shepherd and a beagle, and a baby girl named Lillian, nickname Lilly. I feel so much more secure in myself and I have so much love for him and for our little family. I used to struggle so much with feeling secure in myself, but now I have a fiancé who supports me in every endeavor and validates my opinion and feelings in everything, even if he disagrees with me.
What I’m trying to get at is this: me 3 years ago was a very depressed, self loathing individual who wished death was around every corner, but in spite of this, I survived and met with a future that is beautiful and promising and so full of hope and love that my heart is constantly overflowing with it.