I need to forgive myself for all the things I couldn’t control.
For escaping our toxic family dynamic and leaving my siblings behind.
For not reaching out to check in on others when I could barely check in on myself.
For not being able to protect my brother from a situation neither of us could control, and remember it wasn’t my responsibility to do so.
For being awkward, spirited, and imperfect.
For all of my mistakes and the things I regret.
For not having a body compatible with an easy pregnancy.
For not being able to deliver my son breathing.
Tell me your thoughts?