Honest, raw, kind, and unforgiving

Maybe I lost everything I worked for, everything I had, and I feel like I’ve failed the ones I love the most - my children. 
Maybe I am a failure and a loser as they say. 

What I am is what integrity is like: 

I say and do the same things even when no one is watching. 
I’m honest. I’m a living proof of what is possible when you believe in yourself. 
I’m also a living proof that people who’ve been carrying fear and war within themselves while faking kindness and love are the ones that will sell their own family members for their own profit. 
The people carrying the hats and symbols of saints are the ones who’re the evil they tell others to fear. 
The ones who dare to speak their own truth are the ones who pay the price.
The ones who can hold themselves accountable before others. 

I honestly consider myself lucky. 
I’m somehow still here and grateful for life as it is.
The story I’m sharing here is not one of a victim, or a hero. I’m a witness, the story wants to be seen and heard.