I’m learning not to be ashamed of my struggles. Yes they are dark and deep rooted but they are mine. Everyone has theirs and these are mine. I won’t be ashamed of where my life has been or the things that have happened. That’s how victims feel and that’s not what this is. I am a conquer, a laborer, a woman, and child of God. I am worthy of all things and these tears bear witness of strength not weakness.