Life After Death

I’ve decided to stop killing myself. Overloading myself with the pressures of accomplishing everything at once, rather than enjoying each part as it comes. I’ve decided to stop giving myself away to him, him, and him. I am my own. Mine before anyone’s. I have the power to decide when and how I bring upon myself the ardent passion of living, of blossoming joy, and of calming peace. I do that. No one else. And don’t ask me why it’s been so long to understand. I just had it all wrong. As a girl I thought living was reaching, accomplishing, and endlessly pleasing anyone but myself. Today I know that reaching and accomplishing is the aftermath of hard work, creative passion, and consistency. I know that pleasing people will come if I learn to please myself. You see, life can only begin when you stop killing yourself.