All my life I have been made to be someone I’m not to make others happy. In doing that I have been miserable. You become a zombie in doing what others want you to do. You lose your self-worth and being in life. It’s hard to escape from. Gaining strength to get out. Believing in yourself that you are worthy when you have been made to feel your not.

The escape is well worth it, gaining your life back. But it doesn’t come without its hard times, learning who I am, doing things on my own. Not being told how to do things. But wouldn’t change it for the world. To be me is the best.

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