reedsyprompt: responses

I. With such seldomly exercised optimism, I foolishly doubted that anyone, least of all, my family, would be unwilling to accept my transformation, nor understand the re-evolution of my identity. I irrationally hoped that they would also be able to see the same, incredible discovery of self; this metamorphosis of woman – mother, sister, daughter, granddaughter, niece, child, human, wraith, beast – that I finally held the ability to see. I preposterously choose the belief that I have always been the person who stands in front of you today, but in having neglected my truest self; now over the last five years, relearning myself and the ways in which I had been heard in the past, while reimagining the way in which I was seen, not only by others, but by myself as well. In my family’s defense, I haven't always been the person before you, who can (and really should), not only stand tall (more often), but with pride, as well. Reborn, anew, with a spine sculpted from a severed codependent relationship, with the sheer strength, that I would only end up finding, through the very act of survival, itself. I began composing an entirely different series of volumes for addition to the epic story of my life, about five years ago.