broken. battered. bruised

I remember thinking as a child that my soul was trapped in the wrong body. I could not break free no matter how I tried. Only in my dreams would the way out be revealed. But just as I was about to take that step, open that door and cross that threshold, POOF!! I found…

Here … and Nowhere

I’ve got that feeling again. And I’ve had to check myself and remind myself, again and again, that I am not my thoughts. I am not my thoughts. I’ve been sinking deeper and deeper into myself. Deeper into the place where I believe I truly live. I used to go there regularly and at will….