I use to feel ashamed of my parents being addicts. I’d never speak about them.
Ashamed of having 5 kids at 21. I lied about my age.
Ashamed of having only having a GED at the time. I knew I was smart but still felt inferior.
Through reflection, candid conversations with my mirror and a lot of hard work on, still in progress,
I realize, the things that I felt shame for were only chapters.
That the beginning and ending were not up to me.
I can only work the middle of my story.
My story is my passion. Where a person comes from doesn’t dictate where they will go and how much they will grow.
Bad experiences equal experience to make better decisions.