I am FREE!

Not all stories that are tragic end tragically. Not all bad childhoods end with broken adults. I am not broken nor am I sad because my past doesn't define who I am or what I was or am to become. Yes I am a product of my past but I do not live there. I may mention it if something reminds me of it but that's not my home. I am telling my story because I am free. The cage that I use to live in was always unlocked but I remained incarcerated willingly. Now I embrace my past because I  didn't realize there was wisdom that came with freeing myself.
 Before my father died we made up for my lost childhood. He told me he was sorry for having a favorite. Yes, and it hurt to hear that but it set him free and me also. My dad passed away in 2005. We were the best of friends, something I had longed for since I was child. Better late...than never. Someone would say, "why is she telling all her business?" Because I'm tired of holding it in and protecting everyone but the person I have to wake up to everyday....me. I hope to help someone who has scars from their past that have yet to be healed.
Namaste