Here it is.

Younger me, you are dead. But your death has not been in vain. The me who emerged is stronger for the both of us. The me today knows that healing comes from pain and growth comes from healing. I stand here today knowed in gratitude for what your death has born in me.

The shame has left me, the constraints within which I was forced to live within has disappeared into the fibers of these pages. I am writing about it because I am no longer a slave to the construct of life that tells me I am to be in hiding for shame. The shame has left. I am no longer in hiding.