Dedicated to a couple of young women

This post is dedicated to a couple of young ladies out there...you know who you are.

Keep asking questions.

They're justified.

Keep seeking truths.

Believe in yourself enough, your existence, your purpose on this Earth to demand respect from the people you surround yourself with, even those you call family.

The steps you walk are your's, not their's - they made their decisions, now it is your time.

Never allow yourself to remain in an abusive environment - be it emotionally, physically and/or sexually.

Run for the hills when you sense those red flags. Don't apologize for it.

Treat people as you wish to be treated, then don't fall when they don't respect your boundaries.

You were not a mistake. You were not something to be hidden away. Your story, no matter how pain-filled, needs to be honored and embraced. I can guarantee you that no matter how surreal you feel your life is, there is someone out there who can relate. Don't let someone else's shame be your muzzle.

I've watched you grow. I seen once happy small children turn to open wounds not knowing why they were bleeding. Wounds can heal, trust me on that one and when they do the beauty of who you are, your soul, shines brighter than ever

Trust your gut.

Trust your intuition.

Yes, the signs are there..

Keep asking questions...

Keep seeking truths...

But most of all...

Know you're worthy of the answers..

Keep moving on and growing -

On those dark nights when you cannot stand all the confusion spinning in your head...

Write

Pour out your soul..

Connect with healthy people

And remember -

For the ones, those adults in your world, who told all those lies and left all those holes in you, it is not your crime to hold, it is their's.

Hand it back to them.

Nurture yourself

Stigmas grow in dark and dank closets, time to open the door and let fresh air in.......

I Believe in You

I will keep asking too

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