The best part…

If i am really honest the best part of being the black sheep, the wild child, the crazy ones…

We are expected to fail.

We are expected to stumble and need help.

They smirk and laugh behind their hands at us when it happens.

But when you start to understand yourself enough to be stable.

Enough to take care of yourself and really thrive.

Not in that temporary way but the ones that means you’ve healed a whole heap from your past.

Oh that they don’t expect.

That makes them so angry.

And with each clipped tone and snotty comment…

It’s like regaining all the power they stole from you as a child.

So keep doing the work.

If for nothing else.

Do it to spite them.