It's been three years.
Three years of freedom, of being able to fight my mind. These scars will last me a lifetime.
Some scars and heartbreaks will never fade, and that is okay. Its a part of you that proves your growth, that proves your battle and that at some point you have won...or will.
There have been times when I miss it, when I think of what ifs, when I remember that odd comforting feeling, but I stop. I stop because I'm a different person now.
I will have to live with myself, be with myself, most of all I will need to take care of myself. I can't let my old self win, when you don't really win.
