Grit and Grace
When will it get easier? Is there a time and space where I can walk with my ahoulders back, my head up, and enforce boundaries? Will I ever be so bold as to honestly not give a fuck what anyone thinks of me? Of my past? Some days, I feel the stronger woman. Others, I am the quiet, meek, slouched over girl, who is drowning in depression. Where do we meet in the middle?








