I was held captive. No; not like I was kidnapped and was held down against my will but in a figure of speech I was held captive. Against my will, against my beliefs, against my feelings and against my whole being I still was a prisoner in a way. I was a prisoner from them; from evilness. And when I finally escaped I still was a prisoner. Still in the darkness. That is when I realize I became my own prison. The aftermath of running away from them is me getting to me too. Am I letting them win again after everything that has happened? Help me grow. Help me heal. Help me let go. Help me fight and never give up. Help me know me, respect me and love me for me regardless what those specific think about me or say about me and regardless of the mistakes I have made in the past. Especially, regardless how people treat me. It's time now for me to grow my wings and fly to my happiness and to my real love. Fly to healing ness and healthiness. You coming? I hope so.🦋