It’s in the past.

In my past life I was a child. A spoiled rotten, bratty child with an attitude. Someone who felt entitled and always got their way.

In my past life I was a teenager. A pots moving, coke snorting, sex crazed teen.

In my past life I was a young adult. A rash decision making, compulsive person.

In my past life I was a wife. A law abiding, God-fearing pastors wife.

In my past life I was a mom. A homeschooling, better than anyone else stay at home mom.

In my past life I was a victim. A recipient of vitriolic words, painful pushes and abusive ways.

In my past life I was suicidal. A depressed human with no value of my own life.

In my past life I was a lot of things that I am not proud of, but they've molded me into who I am today, and now I finally like me.

Forget the past. Move forward, don't look back.