I write to release and 
you read it to heal. 

Years of bad decisions and insurmountable mental abuse…
Reduced to a page, to a book, to a once upon a time.

I see now how I put myself in those positions. 
Running in the opposite direction of myself.

Chasing any high that would numb the pain and 
distract me from the fact it was self induced. 

I hated who I was.

Surrounding myself with people and things that I thought I deserved. 
Lowering my already low standards and begging for bare minimum. 

I never thought I was good enough. 

So, I write to release.
So that you can heal and 
find solace in words you’ve searched for. 

Years of lessons lead me here. 
To finally knowing my worth. 
So that you can know yours too.

- R. Short