Time stops for no man and we all have to grow out of the little girls we used to be.  

I think at a young age, I've always been prone to some sort of sadness.  I remember feeling guilty for getting things my mother bought me and realizing that it cost blood and sweat.  I remember feeling bad for getting into trouble.  I remember relying on friendships to tell me how important and valued I am.  So when those friendships changed, my heart broke a little each time.  

I remember the jokes about how inadequate I looked, and those always stuck until I the cat calls told me otherwise.  So I thrived in the crude pick up lines and attention.  But then when that attention turned into something more and became toxic, I didn't know how to get out.  It was like I was buried 6 feet under, and the distance grew further the longer I stayed.  I crawled and climbed but the deeper I fell.  Friends helped me battle that battle even if it took days, weeks, months, and years.    

But the bottom line is, I finally got out from under.

Now I'm trying to figure out how to stand, surrounded by whoever's left.