I Am Not My Past

“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.” - C.G. Jung

Growing up was not easy... mum didn't want me cause i was not a boy an dad was an alcoholic so he was always drunk on the rear occasion i did see him sober but that was not to often... i have some vivid memory's of when i was young...

I'm glad the past isn't my prison. (it used to be) Sometimes it is my teacher and sometimes I do ruminate just for fun. But I refuse to let it limit my future or scare me away from a dream. My past is part of me (and some parts of it...

I am really starting to see how I have lived in the past for so long. There are times when I think about people or EXPERIENCES from the past and feel the pain all over again. Some of it is still so fresh I feel like I am being choked by...

I hurt my former best friend in a really bad way awhile back. It took her awhile but she forgave me, we're still friends but our relationship has changed significantly. We had dinner recently and she told me that she was worried about...

Not my past,No not me,I've moved on,Changed,My past,Will always be a part of me,But now,I'm more than that.

My past is the wild drug crazed guy I used to be although who I am now has been shaped from the vast collection of peices from my past wild experiences.

My past has been filled with so many things. Some good, some bad. Some things that I, like many of you, would like to forget. But in the eye of the storm I will come out no less of the woman I was and guaranteed a woman better, stronger...

I've done some things I'm not proud of...and things that I would not change even if I could. But I figure that if those certain things had not happened, I wouldn't be where I am now. Every now and then, I'll start to think about things...