Member-only story
The Redeemed Woman: Transmuting Regret Into Beauty
That remorse cuts deep into the soul, but it was the hope that a rose would grow from my concrete that has kept me alive.
Sometimes we must experience what doesn’t work in order to understand what does work for us. And when shit works, that’s when blessings flow like water!
So who cares if the people in your past played you? They are not a part of your present and they sure as fuck are not a part of your future! You don’t speak to these people. You’re not sexing these individuals. You’re not breaking bread with them. You don’t even know if they are alive or dead.
This is why I will implore you to stop thinking about people who are not paying you! Yes, they’ve taken you for all you’ve got back then. But they won’t be around to try it with you now!
Remember, there is no life without death. So with the death of regret, because I am anxious to kill this motherfucker, what must be created out of its demise?
This answer will vary from person to person, but for me, the answer is beauty in the form of a life worth living. Because if it wasn’t for me expecting and receiving beauty in exchange for my pain I probably would’ve killed myself a long time ago. That remorse cuts deep into the soul, but it was the hope that a rose would grow from my concrete that has kept…
