Freedom to Be.

“You are as sick as your secrets” is a phrase I heard yesterday, and what I failed to notice is that the secrets are sometimes secret from you, and you have to look for clues.

My deepest secret was that I hated who I was, not me my name, but me my experiences that I lived through, it is like not wanting what already is.

When I had stated a long while back, that I was lost, I didn’t know who I was or even that I was missing, but I was going to find myself, I was wanting to find me.

A me that isn’t what someone else wants me to look and be like, but a me that is just me, and perhaps to disrobe the secrets that comprise me.

Once I stood naked with all my secrets hanging out, I found me.

Many parts are not pretty, but they are all me.

Each dark secret part of me was controlling me as long as it lay hidden, but once exposed, I was free to add it to the layer of who I am.

I am imperfect, yet perfectly me.

Each new secret vice or secret feeling I unwrap allows me more and more freedom to be.