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Falling Into Place.

So much has changed. So much is still changing. The transitional period is continuing. I'm settling into myself. My true self.

The self destructive, self deprecative, insecure, depressive, obsessive, self loathing, crazy ass woman that I am.

And with all that is an unwavering strength and determination. I can embrace myself, learn to love myself. I know what I want now. And I can see the path lying ahead of me.

It is.... Beautiful.

I am happy. Well and truly, right down to my bones, happy. I don't remember the last time that I had this feeling, but it was certainly years ago.

Years of being squashed and crumpled up. Years of hating everything and pretty much everyone. I couldn't see a way out. I was stuck.

I endured. Waited. Until I could see my way again.

I have scars. Visible and not so visible. But they make me a survivor, not a victim. I'm proud of every last one. Without them I wouldn't be who I am right now.