Have you ever looked back on life and realized that you’ve grown so much you don’t even recognize the version of yourself that would make the decisions you did? Accept the behaviors that you tolerated? I still have trouble sometimes finding the ability to understand that past versions of myself, to have compassion for her. Anger surfaces as an indicator of what got tucked away rather than dealt with as I experienced it and sometimes, I just can’t help but be frustrated that she left me with so much to work through. Then I remember, I can’t let myself forget to be grateful that I know have the skills and ability to work through those things that were once so overwhelming, I didn’t think I could handle.
Rebirth
I’ve stopped relating to her a long time ago
It makes it weird when you refer to her by my name
Weird means I get angry when you refer to her by my name
Weird is an email I sent four years ago coming back today
the content, the person, I don’t think we’re the same
She probably would have missed you too, for what it’s worth
But she experienced a death and I, a rebirth
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 