Same time, same day last year, I was sad and disappointed with everything that had happened. But eventually, I realized it was a waste of time to dwell on things I couldn’t change. I took my time to heal from then until now. I spent a lot of time reflecting on everything: the “what could’ve been”s and the “what should’ve been”s. I questioned myself wondering if I was the problem, if I was toxic, if that was really me. I blamed myself for something I didn’t even do, just because I was framed.

So I chose to focus on myself and spend more time with my family. And then this year came. I learned something connected to what I had healed from but the difference now is that I’ve moved on. It still affected me in some ways, but not nearly as badly as it did last year.

It’s funny how, when you’re in the middle of something so devastating, you keep asking yourself if you’ll ever come out of it alive. But look at me now, living my best life with ZERO REGRETS. It was hard, yes, but at least it’s no longer the same pain as before. I just realized one night that I was already living and sitting on one of my answered prayers.