For the longest time I thought I needed something, someone, anything.
I keep searching for something, anything, to make me feel at peace.
Like this life means something.
And sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes life is just pain and thats okay.
I will continue searching for myself and my own peace in this world.
I didn’t have that growing up and I clung to whatever gave me peace.
Without realizing I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. I don’t have to downplay the pain I feel. The love I didn’t receive. And maybe that’s why I love myself so much.
I have myself always. I always held myself in the absence of others. And I will continue to do so.
This body is so strong. These eyes have seen so much. This blood has carried me further than anyone ever could.
I am my own best friend, my own referee, my own cheerleader. And I’ll never stop believing in myself.
I am enough. No matter how many times I have to remind myself.
I am always enough.