Ink Stained Soul…

It happened again tonight.
I caught myself apologizing for taking up space.
That little part of me that still doesn’t feel like I deserve to be happy.
Healing and happy, yet that voice still speaks to me.
The person was gracious, encouraging me.
Learning to be worth it is not a perfect process.
The weight of it didn’t last.
I changed the internal dialogue.
Those steps that I once couldn’t climb becoming easier to go up.
Standing a little taller.
Smile a bit brighter.
I am proud of me and that is all the worth I really need.