Would I be proud of me?
Would I be proud of the life I lived?
Would I be proud of where I had got to?
Would I be proud of the mistakes I had made?
Would I be proud of the path I had taken?
Would I be proud of my decade?
Would I be proud of my journey?
Would I be proud of me?
No.
Would I allow myself to be proud of me?
No.
I would be embarrassed for the self-loathing & wasted time I allowed myself to have.
I would be disgraced with my career.
I would be confused about the hurt I caused.
I would be annoyed with the decisions I made.
I would be upset with my mental health journey.
I would be frustrated at me.
But...
I have travelled a long path.
I am who am I today for the path I travelled down.
I wouldn't be who I am today without the scars of yesterday.
My life is still young, and I can still blossom in this life.
I can nurture both for myself, and them.
I cannot stop time. I cannot reverse time. All I can do is exist in it. Bob & flow as it ebbs like it always has & will.
I love all the same. I exist all the same. I am, therefore I will be, therefore I can be.
I am always the same me.
I can continue to love me.
I am proud of me, in despite of me.
How can I be more proud in this next decade?