The past isn’t always pretty, but it’s honest.
It tells the truth about who you were, what you believed, what you accepted, and what you outgrew.
Every version of you left a breadcrumb — a reminder, a teaching, a warning, or a gift.
Even the moments that hurt had something to say.
Even the seasons you’d rather forget shaped the strength you walk with now.
Thanking your past doesn’t mean you want to live there.
It means you honor the role it played in your becoming.
It means you finally understand why certain doors closed, why certain people faded, and why certain lessons had to show up twice.
Your past is not your prison — it’s your curriculum.
And you’ve passed every class you thought would break you.