They say that pain changes people. That over time, all broken hearts will heal.

But then, I don’t

think that’s the case for me.

The pain made me stronger and independent. I was able to go on a journey depending on myself
alone. It got me opening plenty of doors about me. I have loved and accepted myself gradually. It
wasn’t easy. It was difficult. It took time to finally embrace the downfalls of my life, to finally
master the art of not caring what other people think nor say about me because I realized that at
the end of the day, it’s my fucking life.

But then, there are side-effects to these. Being independent means being able to stand on your
own, to make tough decisions without regretting it in the future, and to trust your instincts and
gut feeling. In short, you trust yourself to survive. And with that, you never trust people easily.