Nature’s sculpture reminds me of how beauty and truth are perennial no matter the ongoing pain….
I’m finding it hard to make sense of my life. To have a consistent narrative is death defying…
I thought one thing for a hell of a long time…
Had 6 years of severe depression – got therapy and domestic abuse support… now my story is the polar opposite…
Well the new story was always lurking in my head but I found it hard to commit to it cause of the alienation I would face….
Only with throwing out the old friends who dismissed the new narrative and getting major support have I been able to move cautiously toward the new, true story….
Have you had to rewrite your life? What sacrifice did it take?
