Forgive
I’d relive the year I finally forgave myself. That peace was priceless.
I graduated college after a severe traumatic brain injury.
By Gentle Witch
Graduated college with a double major
Former federal government employee
I’d relive the year I finally forgave myself. That peace was priceless.
I wouldn’t change a thing. Every scar has a story worth keeping.
16 and 17 were the darkest years of my life. I would pay money to NOT have to relive that.
I’d go back to 21 and tell myself that confusion is normal — that I was doing just fine.
Age 10. Before I cared what anyone thought, before fear ever felt permanent.
I wouldn’t relive any age. Each year had its purpose, even the painful ones. They made me who I am today, and I love her.
I’d relive age 18 — not to change it, but to appreciate how brave I was stepping into adulthood in my state at that time.
No, because the past is in the past. I survived, and that is all that really matters.
Yes
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