The war, the battles you were fighting behind closed doors, many thought you were lost, but somehow you over came it all. Like she was lost was the front you put up so no one would know how strong you really were. Therapy of sharing and no shame of how much strength it took to share. I had dream and I worked hard to make my dreams come true. Nothing I got was free or given to me, I worked for it. I had support and help in the beginning, but now it’s up to me. I was never lost, I was discovering who I was, while I was healing from a past that majority didn’t deserve. I’m not innocent nor am I perfect. I learned my lessons and I learned from my mistakes. I’m thankful all of the support I had throughout the years. I wouldn’t be where I am without the support, the hard work and dedication. I do support others as well. It doesn’t have to be loud or posted on social media, it can be done in private. When did we need to show our support of something needed be public? It’s none of business unless I choose to share. Small things do added up to bigger things when it comes to support. I have boundaries, and we live in a world where boundaries don’t matter or can be pushed. Your entitled self who thinks they can push and know everyone’s business is the problem. Many of us have learned that sharing everything has caused us more pain than good. I stand on what I say.