I am with my dear friend.
Have you ever felt like the broken you can only reveal itself in front of very special people?
I don’t even reveal this self to me.
Somehow, the honesty and realness of this connection means the painful stuff just oozes out.
I find myself behaving in strange ways that I don’t recognise…from the strong,independent, black, conscious, single mother I have been told I am.
I find myself filled with fear, a little girl, a baby sucking my thumb, I’m scared of being used, I’m scared to voice my feelings, I’m trembling to say ‘no, I don’t want this’.
Somehow, connecting with this traumatised child inside me is healing me, piece by piece.
Hearing her, holding her, accepting her is eschewing a new serenity.
Thank you Nikolas.