So many old wounds are reopening.

The pain is the same but I am stronger and strong enough to heal myself.

What makes me nauseous 24/7 is that it all makes sense now. My insecurities and issues.

It is hard to hate this pain when I know it is temporary. When I know years of hurt and loneliness, even though I lost years of my life to it, won't last forever.

There is a light and it's me. I will always be damaged, that is the irrevocable side effect of a toxic family and grieving alone.

But I'm not damned to the same fate as them because I'm not afraid to face the truth. I cannot repair what is incomplete. I will however gather the pieces and fashion a life from the honesty and respect I have diligently given that they did not value.