Today marks the completion of the tattoo being done on my back. I admit, It's bittersweet. But this ink has significance in each element of the art. It has helped me through some difficult times and will continue to help me in times when I need to take a moment, breathe and ground myself.
It's a reminder that I'm not alone, even when I push people away. I know I'm guilty of this.
That I have strength even when I feel weak which is sometimes quite often.
That I am constantly evolving even when I feel like I'm standing still or moving backwards.
That I can accept all the parts of the whole that makes me who I am even when others reject me. That I don't need others approval to love myself.
That it's ok to fail because I can always try again and again, however long it takes, until I succeed. And I know I will have setbacks.
That my PTSD won't always be the driving force behind my actions, or lack thereof.
That I will be ok. (I'll post more pics when it's all healed)