The Destroyer in Grey skies

The dark parts of my life have been instrumental to person I am and who I am becoming. By witnessing or facing mistreatment, I realize the immense impact our actions or words have on others.

Our worst selves remains the perception others have of us and that impression can last forever. I remember my biological fathers cruelty and tricks and that is all I have left.

When start to lose our memories of someone we knew is the past, we remember the way they made us feel.

And I know it isn’t that simple for the people closest to us. They can be a mix of highs and lows- but this is more a reminder to myself to:

Not to be a victim- if I blame others, I continue a vicious cycle of externally lashing out or holding hurt in. Rather I can take opportunities to express and stand up against injustices.

To remind myself we don’t choose what we are born into. However, what I say to people, what I stand up for and what I consume makes a difference.

To realize my actions and words impact others more an extent than I know. At the same time that kind actions and words can uplift others, cruelty can equally destroy.