No more put downs. No more self-inflicted wounds. Tossing doubt aside. She’s free.
Ending the woulda, coulda, shoulda’s. And accepting that she did the best she could with the knowledge that she had at the time.
She replaces overthinking with optimism. Lays her head on the pillow and sleeps- throughout the night. This time, not waking up with worries and panic attacks. Alas, no dreams, but no nightmares either… and that’s a start.
She’s open to seeing where this self-love thing takes her. Smiling, she imagines the possibilities.