Growth comes in all forms,
maybe it’s being able to handle myself around people,
when my world feels like its shrinking.

The mind such a powerful yet intangible thing.

Maybe my growth came when I started accepting things I had no control over.
Maybe I found it while cutting lose what is no longer meant for me.

Or maybe just maybe it was there all along waiting for me to gain some self-respect.

Maybe I needed to be down and out.
Lying in the dirt, bruised and beaten.

Maybe you are meant to suffer, in order to experience the power of healing.
Growth is accepting an apology that never left the lips of your oppressor.