Rosewood taught me to start to be grateful for the body I have. The body I have in no way makes me a bad person or someone underserving of love. Before Rosewood, I used the only coping skills I knew to deal with my self-hatred and self-loathing. It was the only way I knew how to make it through the day. I was in a primal survival mode, only I was both, perpetrator and prey. The only difference between me and people who are in jail, homeless, or even have died is seconds and inches. Rosewood taught me new skills and the ideas and concepts of self-love, self-acceptance, and self-care; how not to minimize or deflect the love others give. Embracing this as a gift and be humble enough to just say thank you. I deserve every bit of the love and kindness I receive and much, much more. Love myself the same way I love that Baby Hilly deep inside you. Show the same care and compassion that I show others who are struggling to myself.
I went to Rosewood as someone who had all the outsides, but a look into my eyes showed a shallow interior. Almost as if I were a mirage because there was nothing beyond the ‘things’. What Rosewood gave me isn’t able to be gauged by monetary values. I was given the gift of living a life where I feel like I am worthy of living. That every day is exactly where I am supposed to be right now…just hold on for the ride, and take the time to enjoy the scenery. Thank you Rosewood!