Holding back the years…


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?



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