I wasn't in control of anything, therefore why on earth should I forgive anything?So I trundled along with life, hands on hips, bottom lip stuck out, absolutely defiant in my belief that life happened TO ME and I just had to deal with whatever shit came flying out of the proverbial fan.Forgiving my past hadn't crossed my wildest dreams.
In a bid to stay strong for my close ones, I shut off my emotions from view. I stopped crying. I was known for being strong, the one who didn’t cry. But I wasn’t strong at all. It was to my detriment that I blocked my grief.