Forgiveness

Forgiveness.
    I have learned something within the last few years: a daunting reality-forgiveness is something for yourself and not your abusers. Its taking the crutch of anger and allowing yourself to fall. To feel. To let go. The anger can be overwhelming, all consuming. But acceptance? Acceptance is free. It's freeing. Realizing yes, this happened to me but it does not define me is powerful. Realizing you aren't just a victim, but a survivor alters one's perspective. 
    Climbing the mountain called life, we all have run across those who have taken advantage of us. Betrayed us. It's so easy to want to get even. Your abusers have always told you that the right thing to do is stay quite- that it's better if you just allow yourself to be trampled on. You become a people pleaser. The moment you decide to forgive you start taking back your story. Your voice. And it builds. Suddenly you realize you aren't as angry, more accepting and you learn how to respect other's boundaries and enforce your own. Because you have learned to forgive. 
    Forgiving is not for the other person, it's for you. It's so you don't drown in despair and hate. It's so you are emotionally lighter, able to handle more. Forgiveness is the best revenge you can have. It let's you thrive despite those who sought to stall your greatness. Forgiveness is for you. 

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