Sometimes, I just don’t show up.

Why?

I let the past influence me. 

I allowed the past to control me in ways I easily overlooked.

I let it limit me.

I let it silence me.

I let it hide me.

I allowed past people to dictate my current behavior.

I was a fool.

I was a pariah.

I was unworthy.

I allowed past mistakes to be embedded within my identity.

I didn’t know everything.

I didn’t act accordingly.

I didn’t have a plan. 

I was a villain to a few, but carried that title to people who didn’t even know me.

I thought I had moved on, yet I continued to move within the realm of those past experiences. 

I self-sabotaged.