It’s amazing how, when timed perfectly, one conversation, one look, one inflection of speech, can delete years of self examination… the years spent rediscovering one’s self worth, the years spent remembering that life can be lived without asking permission, without the constant question of “am I good enough?”
It seems that the psyche is easily triggered to go back to that time, that instead of recalling liberty, it opts to retreat to times of weakness and submission. At the slightest provocation, like a mental rewind, insecurity and fear creep back.
It’s happened before, and produced depression and paralysis.
Not this time. This time it will be used to kick some proverbial arse.
Let’s move on, shall we? I think we shall.