I despised this word for at least 15 years. I remained a victim convinced I needed to harbor resentment in my heart and blame others for things I am responsible for. I am the gate what I let reside within me or around me is up to me.

How many times is it said he or she couldn't have done that. Evil builds over a long period of time when kept in the dark it festers.

The plume of poisoning all accomplishment as not good enough. The continual comparison of oneself with others until one day nothing satisfies.

Gratitude can be used as a weapon to turn situations from terrible to powerful.

Ohhh the vortex of time waning into oblivion one Facebook scroll, one more video game, one more Netflix episode so I can escape into someone else's life instead of facing the challenges of my goals.

A state of oneness with yourself where all you are is enough when you discover what is underneath.

The subtle poison of relationships where people don't resolve things then choose to ghost you.

I never had a home until now everything felt like I was just passing through but now I have a place to rest my head.

A look of violence always comes before the actions of vicious decisions.

We all know those people that exhibit a toxic plume of not taking responsibility for themselves they push the things they feel onto other people so they can escape growing up.