I had a dream once, a dream where I stood in a mirror and saw myself. When I awoke, I began to think about my reflection. My reflection looks like me, moves like me, and often times sounds just like me. The difference between my reflection and me is that I have no accurate memory of myself prior to my healing. Yet, my reflection has always been there.
The first time I remember seeing myself in the mirror was the first time I remember choosing myself over a relationship. The first time I saw my entire being as beautiful, was the first time I walked away from a friend of 15 years. The first time I experienced peace, real peace with no fear, was the first time I choose myself over the brokenness of my parents.
My reflection has always been there, however, it wasn’t until I allowed myself to experience complete freedom in love, healing, and peace that I was truly able to see it.