I owe myself an apology for all the times I promised to forgive myself, only to bring it up again later.
For clipping the wings of my own dreams before they ever had a chance to take flight.
For thinking SO little of myself, at the very moments I should have been standing up for myself.
For the lies I swallowed while starving for truth.
For believing that all the glass I walked on as a child was ever my fault.
For withholding the same grace and second chances I so freely give others.
For allowing the world to convince me that my heart was both too much and not enough.
For all the days wasted pretending to be someone you would accept.
For not living life more on my own terms, simply because I was afraid of making a mistake.
For punishing myself for far too long.
For believing love was bloody and painful, and that I didn't deserve better.
For every time I looked in the mirror and hated who I saw.
I could sit here listing every reason and way I was wronged by others, but maybe more than anything I owe myself an apology for not valuing this beautifully precious life of mine enough to know I'm worthy of greatness, the very best of everything.
And for that, I am sorry...
