Sometimes I forget that I am a human being. I forget that bad days are typical and common to all breathing mammals.
*NOTE: I do not used the word “normal” because “normal” is a setting on a washing machine not a state of being.
I cannot believe in a higher power at the moment. However, I believe in something I think is so much greater. I believe in human strength and the power of love.
I think one’s ability to overcome the unthinkable is truly amazing. I do truly think that with time most negative things can turn into positive things.
I think that eventually the human body goes back to its homeostatic quo. And that happiness can be created within yourself even if you have setbacks and bad days.
I have been trying to find something positive from the actual aspect of a bad day. So the only thing I came up with was- the bad days can make the good days even more awesome?
I have grown as a person so much and I continue to grow every day. And the growth is because of me. I can remember the darkness but the light-not so much.
A part of me died during my abuse because I was and still am just a human being.
I am only human.