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.

It took so much from me. It took my sense of self, I didn’t know who I was anymore. Was I the girl that did all the wrong things good girls don’t do?  Could I even trust myself anymore? Do I reconcile the fact that all my actions and decisions landed me in that unlucky place? It took my sense of trust in the world. A world that wounded me and left me to die. A world that inflicted pain upon me in my dire state of neglect from the shame. A world that was not there to protect me when it happened, a world that blamed me into solitude.