For many years…

For many years I ignored my wounds
For many years I threw myself into caring for others
For many years I was afraid of what I might find if I looked at my wounds
For many years I felt sure I wouldn’t like myself if I didn’t have my wounds
For many years I was scared other people would reject me
For many years I was convinced the version of me on the other side of my wounds would be overwhelming for others and I’d have no friends left
But the work to heal called at my soul so loud I couldn’t ignore it any longer
Being conscious with my wounds was when I really started to feel like myself again, to feel safe, settled, alive, more me.

Be conscious xxx

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