Change, My Oldest Misunderstood Ally

Growing up in a dysfunctional home, change was always a bad omen. It meant new and less friendly dynamics, untimely evictions from homes, and a seemingly inevitable placement on my abusive father's "shit list". In spite of that I also came to understand change as the only consistent thing about life, that come what may nothing stays the same forever which was comforting to an extent. Nearly 8 years after I escaped, I started to depend on it to save me, to free me from my messed up programming and actually change me for once instead of my environment. Well, very much like a used friend, this same change began working against me and my mental health hit an all time low because of it. But strangely enough? It then picked up my broken spirit and sent me on a better path that changed my whole trajectory and led me to the love of my life. It's been 4 years since then and though experiencing it is still stressful, I think I can understand it more. Change isn't always your friend but it doesn't need to be your enemy either. Change is like the mean girl that gives you a pep talk after finding you crying in the bathroom, it's the bar patron that beats your ass but buys you a beer after. It's one of the most genuine aspects of life in a superficial world.