The voice in me

In reality I escaped having a broken leg in an accident I was involved in a couple of years ago. But lets not talk about what could have happened and lets talk about what actually happened.

I had a dream growing up, I hoped to be something I greatly admired . A profession I fell in love with at the tender age of 10. However at 18, was denied that path. I was crushed to the core. Yes, that was a broken bone right there. It was the first time I experienced something they call depression. To be honest I was completely sold and wanted nothing else, only to be told I wasn’t good enough. A story I had been told time and time again on different aspects of my life. And just like that it was taken away from me.

But mine is a tail of personal growth. The denied path only led my to a greater version of me that I never imagined I would be. I rose above the grief, and found my strength. I was broken, but the brokenness created something beautiful.