Transformation isn't sweet and bright. in new life who dis?

Its a dark and murky, painful pushing.
Somehow along the way i lost myself. I quit dreaming, quit growing and started dying. I felt myself changing. I knew i wasn’t crazy, that my expectations weren’t unreasonable. But after being told enough times you start believing. It starts leaving marks. Next thing you know you’re a damaged package.
I survived my marriage relatively unharmed, but Justin. Justin was the conductor of my mass destruction.
I use to write a lot, use to draw.
I’m going to start finding things i like again. I’m gonna be a more present mom.
I’m working on a new game plan.