In the darkest of places, the dead of night, and the heaviest days of depression, voices would speak to me.
Some were angry. Some were insecure. Others were whispers, ever so softly, that I’d question my own truths.
I knew the road was going to be challenging, full of bumps, twists, and turns. I knew, though, that it was a one way street. Forward!
Occasionally, pothole tripped me up. Some of my choices sucked! I blew chances or passed by opportunities to grow.
But, today… I’m here.
I found my way 🍁🍃🧡💚
Self Proclamation 💚🙏🏼