Life is real, and so is pain. I’m mad, I’m hurt, and I done cried about it all. Now I have to heal to move forward. So, I start this therapy journey by forgiving with true forgiveness. It’s hard, I could barely move, but I have to forgive. So, I forgive. I forgive every soul that has ever hurt me, tried to hurt me, wanted to hurt me, or even thought about it. I forgive all parties that has ever made my mama cry or my daddy stress, even me. I forgive me for the hurting I put on my parents and the hurt I put on myself. I forgive every judge, prosecutor, every dirty lawyer that’s ever put me in a trick box, or any kid like me in a trick box. I forgive because it’s the freeing of any power I’ve allowed anyone to have a hold over any parts of me. I forgive because every time I breathe, I forgive. It closes a wound that I’ve left open for infection, like the lower self, so I forgive because it’s healing. It’s my healing. I didn’t say I forgot or I’m not mad. No, sir. I’m not happy at all with this, but I’m at peace because I forgive and I’m free now. And only I can free me. I’m ready. I have to heal because I’m pro se, me for me, and I must be 100% able for when my pain meet up with my anger in the best of spirits, an ancestral spirit. Yes, sir. I’m healing, and when I’m healed, I’m going to demonstrate justice at all costs, upright, independent, and fearless at all times. I forgive because it’s necessary to move forward freely. I forgive because I believe I’m healing.
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