When I believed I was worthless I did not value others or myself.
When I believed I was to blame for the past that haunted me I could not envision embracing my future.
When I believed I was powerless I was forever alone.
When I believed the world was only dark – I could not find my light.
When I believed I was broken I believed I could not be repaired.
When I believed I was diseased I believed I could never be well.
When I believed I was "disordered" from the inside out I believed I was defective, rotted and spoiled from the deepest core of my being.
And when I began to believe in me...
I began to believe I could fly.
And when I began to believe I could fly...
Is when I began to find my wings.