to follow rules that I did not understand.
No one made decisions about my health without my permission.
I walked up with the cup to the window and took a little sip.
It tasted exactly the same as when my mother prepared it for me when I was a kid.
Warm.
Sweet.
Soothing.
I drank some more.
And then I put the cup down.
Half left in it.
And I smiled.
Because after a very long time, I didn’t have to drink it to the end.
I could have had the rest.
Or leave.
Or spill.
The decision was mysty.
And after everything I've been through, I've finally understood something important.
True love does not require anyone to give up their own freedom. No matter how beautiful the relationship looks, trust must be based on honesty, respect and the right to make its own choices.
