This ugly old stained Door.
The significance of this Door, throughout my life has been heartbreakingly, paralysing and as I sit here writing with tears streaming down my face, the powerful erratic emotions are stil very evident.
There is always choice.
The next part of my story is about a 13 year old little girl called Shellie, a nickname given to her when she was tiny and a little girl that I know oh so very well.
The enormity of that night which my younger self experienced, led to living a life very much unprocessed and coming from a place of fear;
A life of struggle.
A life of inner turmoil.
A life of self abandonment.
A life of self punishment.
A life of resisitance.
A life of feeling a failure.
A life of feeling ashamed.
A life of rescuing and…
An incredible awareness of other people’s pain.
An openess to meet people where they are at.
Unbelievable insight and knowledge.
Overwhelming love for others.
For her… this is all for her to honour her strength, resilience and bravery for against all odds and alone, she saved her Mother’s life that night.
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