When I was a child, I lost all of the people closest to me within the space of one year. Consequently, I've always had a difficult time letting go of people. Even those who were toxic and hurtful and damaging. I clung to them fiercely because my biggest fear was being left alone.
Over the past several weeks I have reconnected with some old friends that I'd lost touch with. They reminded me that my personhood isn't lost, she's simply been buried for a long time.
Over the past several weeks I have reconnected with some old friends that I'd lost touch with. They reminded me that my personhood isn't lost, she's simply been buried for a long time.
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| The Me I once was |
Yes, that was me at age 26. She was an individual - a person. She was bright and loving and strong and wild and brave. Most of all, she was fearless. And I miss her.
I see now that what I once believed was a safety net, was actually an anchor dragging me down. Because I was too afraid to let go.
So this is me... letting go.
It may take me a while to dig my way out, but I intend to fly.
