I met myself in a place that life was happening to me, it had up to that point. Maybe because things happened when I was too little to speak, to little to say I didn't want to. Maybe because even in that place, it was somehow my fault. These experiences created ideas about me, about … Continue reading I Met Myself
I’d like to say I never wanted out of this life again, that would be a lie. What is significantly different after that experience, is having a lot of tools.