Sometimes, we are in an invisible cage… that’s how we feel. Yes, me, too, I was feeling in the cage. Whatever I tried something new, the wires were there, and they were palpable. Enough trigger to stop. Paralyzed. Unable to move on. It was hard. It is hard.
“You can’t do that” “You’re always dreaming,” “You are who you are. There’s nothing wrong with that,” my ex said that. My teachers said that. Whenever they thought I should behave the way they wanted me to.
We are who we are. Also, we are who we want to become. We are becoming. People say whatever they want to say. Some are not nice, some are injecting their fear. If you bought into that, it would only hurt you. If you don’t stand up and guard for yourself, I no longer being you.