I just realized something.
I put my welfare ahead of others for the first time in my entire life.
I bet on myself.
I treated myself with love, and showed myself that I deserved to be treated with dignity.
Granted, I did this a year ago.
But I'm just now realizing what it means.
It means that I left my family in the most black and white definition.
But what it means underneath is that I not only realized I wasn't being treated the way a daughter of God wanted, needed, and deserved to be treated.
I didn't know if I could find that. But I had resilience to leave what I knew wouldn't treat me that way, and to forage through life, chopping my way through the rainforest of crappy experiences to see if it's possible.
What I didn't know is that it is, and I've already experienced it.
Purely by leaving I showed myself that there was someone out there willing to treat me the way any person deserves to be treated, and that someone was me.
By getting myself out of more than one toxic situation, I stood up for me, further proving that there have to be others out there like this too, right?
I can't be the only one?
But that thought in itself gives me more happiness and hope than I ever had.
I rescued myself.
I just didn't know what that actually meant till now.