Growing Up, Not Down.

Blame became the flames that ravaged my reason, and I—the arsonist of my own undoing.

My self-worth burned to the ground under accusations I refused to release. I wore my pain like armour, mistaking survival for strength.

But denial is not protection— it is delay. No bullet, no punishment, no external force could penetrate what I refused to face.

So I stood there— watching everything collapse under the weight of my own avoidance.

Until finally— I stopped pointing outward. And turned inward with the same intensity I once used to destroy.

Now— I remove the bandages instead of hiding the wound. I learn to love what I once resented.

Because healing does not come from pretending it didn’t hurt— it comes from refusing to abandon yourself again