For as long as I can remember - or for as long as I can still feel what it was like to hurt so deeply, it seems that I have constantly thrown up barriers around me in an attempt to divert the honesty of the pain.
It appears I was very good at it, and so many memories are gone, and so many situations that I know I survived with minimal scarring have not shown themselves to me until too late. I have buried many things down deep.
In prospective of the last two weeks, I have juggled back and forth my feelings and my surroundings and my past.
A situation has come up that demands attention. The oh so familiar pang of fear, the insecurity, the unknown. Yet what was once dissolved has resurfaced and I am VERY aware that everything in my life has happened for a purpose, and I feel that this situation too has a reason. I don't want to turn away from it, or be afraid, I want to be strong and live this through beginning to end, wherever that may lead me.




