Most of us have some sort of bad relationship in our past. Maybe not abusive, but baggage-inducing nonetheless. Here’s to those who grow past it and leave toxicity behind.

Reminds me of a song.

Damage has defined our border All that matter forged in flame Knowing little of your wounding Share our mending all the same Weight of words and wars we carried I'm like you, just like you Eyes of secret and storm and story But shared, and well, we'll make it through Sadness like a pendulum Pulls us round and to and fro Onus Fate and Undo Odium Armor, anchor, lead and stone By the telling let them become Will they all be feathers? Eyes of secret storm and story Show and tell, we'll make it through Onus Fate and Undo Odium Armor, anchor, lead and stone By the telling may they become May they all be feathers

Feathers - A Perfect Circle