ladyofthesunshine

*unmutes*

- crying over spilt milk

- rubbing salt in the wound

When they say ‘it gets better’ you think once you’re in your twenties it will do exactly that. I am saddened and humbled that while not true, the wait and come up is so much sweeter the longer it takes. I may not yet be where I desire to be, but I am finally in the place to make what I dream a reality. I wake up and cry still, but not because I can’t believe my life is really mine and I’m so disconnected and feel so much disdain, but because I cannot believe that my life is real and it is mine. And I’m grateful for that for the first time in my life. It may have taken me longer, but my story is no less important. I am proof that it does get better. One day at a time, one hour at a time, one breath at a time, I am reshaping and molding myself to become me. I am not defined by other’s expectations, or society’s standards, or your little box. I am not dependent on what anyone thinks, but my own thoughts are fueling a fire that is going to light this world aflame. There is a power in all of us, our light in the world, and once you find yours, it doesn’t just get better, it becomes ethereal.