The journey is better than the destination i guess?

 I was listening to a song yesterday that reminded me of one of the worst times in my life. It reminded me of all the feelings I felt when I was going through hell. But it also made me realize how far I have come in the journey to heal myself. I saw myself in a different light for the first time in months. I saw myself for who I am becoming, and where I am going, and I liked what I saw. 

I never liked myself, I could never accept that I was on the right path, that I was a good person, and that I didn't deserve the things I had been through. But something just clicked inside me yesterday, I saw myself as a good person, doing the best I can to do the right thing, to work hard for my future, yes my determination and hope falter here and there, but I am trying, my level best, giving my best at everything I do, and not settling for less than I deserve. I saw myself as being more confident than I had been in the last few years of my life, more resilient, and much less of a people pleaser than ever. 

I do have a long way to go though, as self-improvement is a lifelong journey that never ends, but I am happy that I can finally see myself as someone I am proud of. And I hope that no matter what I go through, I can always realize the progress I have made and hope I keep making. It finally feels that I have moved on from a lot of things I thought I would never get over. 

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