Ever since removing the toxic people from my life and going through therapy I’ve come to realize a lot. I’ve realized that I’ve lost more than the other person but at the same time I’ve found more without them. I’ve basically lost contact with what little “family” I had left but that’s okay because I’ve built my own; one I don’t have to hide from or beg for unconditional love. I may be able to count more losses than wins, but the real victory is being able to be myself freely, being loved without begging for it, and never having to fear for my safety. Knowing that for the first time I’m truly free to be me and in an environment that respects me and allows me to have the time I need to work through my emotions, thoughts etc… is worth more than all that I’ve “lost”. I never lost what was never truly mine to begin with.