Every branch of pain, was learned by grief. By betrayal, someone who cheated or never experiencing a mother’s love. The garden of pain was made into a beautiful garden that no one had access to expect myself. Every teardrop was seed that was planted, not out of shame or regret, but learning to rebuild from nothing. Looking at the garden of pain now is a journey that I took that was difficult but beautiful in the end. The metaphor of life that no matter how many autoimmune diseases I have or pain I have to endure, I know the strength that I have. Once that door is closed, it’s forever frozen in the past. No apology or excuse can excuse what I endure and how I choose to move forwards not backwards, while many of you are stuck on my past. Judging my life and mistakes, and still stuck on a version of myself that no longer exists. Maybe you should focus on yourself and your mistakes. I learned my lessons and grew from it. Never again would allow that pain to exist. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.