Choosing the Story

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I was looking for the love of my mother, father, women, men, employers, and even strangers, but finally saw that the love I was seeking was my own. In my darkest hour, all I could say was “God loves me” over and over, and that turned out to be the truth. Self-hatred was such a burden; poisonous, dark and destructive.

So where am I now?

Well, the self-hatred is still there, sometimes, but I don’t think it’s real; no more real than self-love. I see that I can choose either one, and not blame; not give up my power. I can reclaim and remember my birthright.

I know who I truly am.

What came before is an interesting story, but it’s all just stories in the end.

Sincerely,

G.B.M.

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Artist | Writer | Musician

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