Goodbye to the me who was defined by trauma. Who...

Goodbye to the me who was defined by trauma. Who let past pain become present identity. Everything filtered through that lens. Every relationship. Every choice. Every reaction. All trauma-based. I thought I was being aware. Processing. Healing. But I was just stuck. Reliving. Repeating patterns. My past happened. It shaped me. But it doesn't have to define me. Doesn't have to control me. I'm writing a new story now. One where I'm more than what happened to me. Where I'm who I'm becoming.