Whoever told me that counseling was for weaklings, never went through counseling. Counseling, you face your worse fears, your nightmares find their voice, the false images you hold dear to your heart are ripped away and held up to harsh light that reveals the sham, the lies, the distortions. Counseling stripped away all the lies, what did I have left? Mere ashes? Distorted memories? Fears that never end? Or is that a lie too? Cleanse the wounds. Learn about and set boundaries. Confess my fears. Accept my past. Refuse to let my past define who I am now. Explore who I am.
This article gave me a new way to look at my life. Sit outside where I do belong, that doesn't stop me from listening to the music. Create my own place. Be myself. Those that want me to fit into some other mold will go away. They lose interest in that which they cannot control. I don't need to walk away because they will do the walking. I am not who they thought I should be. They are missing out. It is just the opposite of what I thought. I will not hide.
The link has a beautiful poem that I enjoyed reading. I hope you enjoy it too.
Be my own kind of wonderful.