The Other Side

At some point, you’ll be on the other side of 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. Whatever 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is. You won’t recognize it at first because you’ve grown accustomed to being 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. You won’t even notice that 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 doesn’t even exist anymore.⁣⁣
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Maybe you’ll wake up one morning, look in the mirror and not recognize the face staring back at you. Maybe she’ll be a beauty that feels like someone you’ve never seen before. She doesn’t look like the same person you thought you were. ⁣⁣
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You’ll blink and suddenly you don’t recognize this life you’re living but you’re here, with the same name and vaguely, it seems to be yours.⁣⁣
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Someone comes to you. Their story is familiar. You listen intently. You know she doesn’t need advice. She’s not looking at you to fix it. You know the weight of her story-that’s when it hits you. You know her story intimately because it was yours. 𝘞𝘢𝘴...yours. ⁣⁣
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You say and give everything you needed and wanted when it was you. You look in her face and see yours staring back. Tired. Worn. Ashamed and broken. You touch her and remind her she’s real and not alone. You shed the tears with her. You love and accept her, as you’ve learned to love and accept yourself. ⁣⁣
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You know.⁣⁣
You know how this goes.⁣⁣
You know she survives.⁣⁣
You know, she thrives.⁣⁣
You know now, you’ve reached the other side. ♥️