It was late and I was thinking about who I was a year ago, and who I am now because if they were to ever meet – they would be strangers. All I could hear was the sound of my fan spinning and all of those old empty promises I used to believe in, told me was gullible.

The new me was carving out pass to take and every now and then I would arrive at a crossroad between old trauma responses and new beginnings. It’s a hell of a lot easier to go down the path that’s already been beaten that to uproot a brand-new one – so I often revisit at all places.

It’s not that all of the old pathways were overgrown, it’s that sometimes, I needed a new path to get me where I am supposed to be. Whether that means I have to backtrack, or make my way through.

And I don’t know where the road ends, but I’ll be happy if it leads to you.