I know that regardless of the doubt my mind floods with, I am loved.
I know that no matter how much fear that lingers inside of me, I am safe.
I know that even though the names I was once called became who I was, they do not define me.
I know that after all of the lies I was told, I deserve the truth.
I know that when someone gives me a compliment, I can accept it graciously.
I know that there are good people, who mean what they say.
I know that some sins can be forgiven, while others never will.
I know that some days are harder than others,
and the knowing becomes complicated.
The familiarity of pain can take over, and I have to remind myself that