A letter of self-compassion, to myself
You grew up with the shapes and boxes clearly defined for you, and you never ever shape-shifted out of it.
You were told always what to be, what to do, who to like, who to please.
And you scared me into believing that the small world you created was the real world, and I felt all of this as if it was real when I was still a child.
I never realised that some of you — my family — would be my adversary, and I didn’t realise this until a couple of years ago.
And now I’ve realised how much darkness is in the past, and I can only say this: You will not defeat me.
Oh, and if you find this blog too dark, you don’t have to stay.