I have been her. You know the one.
The woman struggling to disentangle herself from the crushing, repetitive patterns that keep her stuck in relationships that suck the life out of you, drain the colours from your surroundings and stifle hope and creativity. Labeled with words that define you, confine you to another's perceptions of who you are, how you should think . . . feel . . . behave. Longing for release but clinging to the distortions that enable and prolong your captivity. Looking for a way of escape but fearful things will only get worse.
Dismantling the distorted belief systems can be excruciatingly painful but oh, so worth the cost. To be your true self, think your own thoughts, feel your authentic emotions and make choices that are right for you are such precious gifts. How grateful I am to have come home to myself. Watching and praying as dear ones struggle to find their wings.
I see no one has commented on this photo. You have already made yourself vulnerable with the words you shared but could you give me more insight into the meaning of the picture. What do the various elements mean?
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