Healing
If there is one thing that I've learned at my age, it's that we are all here, just trying to heal a part of ourselves—a part that's been broken, hurt, or lost somewhere along the way. I think this is why I can't hold onto anger any longer, towards the people that I love, and even those that I still don't understand. We are all trying to overcome something that damaged us along the way, or find a part of ourselves that we once lost, or perhaps — something that was never there but we always wanted. That is the funny thing about trauma: it's like the flu; you catch it and you pass it on, and it doesn't stop because somehow, it makes its way from one generation to the next, and then the next, and then the next. For example, when I look at my own mother and the time that I was sixteen. All she would do was spill cruel words that felt like a punch to the gut, the constant demeaning, distrust, anger and hurtful words made me question my love towards her. I admit t...