Today I took the time to self evaluate my feelings and take a temperature on the state of my mental health since last months stress. I have to say once I cried it out, realized that I would never get the apology or closure I wanted, I forgave and decided to move on with my life. I decided that I cannot expect everyone to treat me with the same kindness and respect I've shown others and I do not have to involve myself or engage with anyone who doesn't value me or treat me with respect. I dont have to extend myself or go above and beyond for anyone that never asks me how I am doing, never asks about my mental health, who doesn't care when a medical emergency happens to me, and when n the rare days I speak about my day I am told "I dont want to hear about that." Everything I do and everything I endure I do so to make sure my children have a great life. They are my reason for drive and ambition. I have also come to realize that my healed version of myself is more cut...
