On that day, you didn’t lose yourself
You weren’t defeated, or broken
Or made to be any less than what you are
Nothing was stolen from you.
What happened was this:
You made a bad decision
And you regret it, and that’s okay
Because one hasty word
Or one poorly-planned action
Is not the end of your world.
If you feel like you’re falling to pieces
Throw the fragments away
Get rid of the old ending
And grab some white paper.
This story is your own.
Only you get to choose the path
So take control