Spinning

I locked myself in the bathroom, knowing that the moment that broke me had arrived.
I stayed there, for days it felt like, until the earth slowed from its rapid spinning.
Even then, I couldn’t comprehend words spoken to me. I knew the faces staring at me, but I wasn’t able to produce a response to their inquiries.
It felt as if I was moving in slow motion, and the rest in fast forward.
Confusion. Anger. Numb. Defeat.
These emotions were on repeat. For several years.
I made mistakes. I wasn’t me.
Upon my return, 10 years later, I’ve arrived.
Bold. Independent. Real. New.
I know a peace that cannot be attained unless that broken moment was experienced.
I have arrived. I’m the only me I’ll ever be.
Accepted. Conquered. Loved. Me.