I haven’t been a child since I was 4 years old. That’s deep…so many years and tears between 5 and 35. What I want to tell my 5 year old self is that she will always mourn the life she never had…sometimes because she mistakenly believed the grass was greener on the other side but mostly because the weight of her current life would sometimes be difficult to carry. And that’s okay! It’s okay…for who I am today is the woman made up of trials and tribulations. Every tear I shed was a tear of strength for I always got up after. I ALWAYS GOT UP! My 5 year old adult self began my journey of strength…~KJM on Serenity Saturday aka Christmas Eve??
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