I didn't know I wasn't me.
How could I?
As long as I remember
I'd never been anyone else.

I just wasn't my authentic self.
That's what abuse does to you.

But You met me face-to-face
in my journaling words,
Determining that I be genuine.
And we began.

For the first time I was me.
That's what healing does to you.

-Brenda Wood, Community Writer

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