“Let’s take the other path down to get that view as well,” Matthias suggests once we’re ready to head down from the top of the Tor. “How do you feel?”
How do I feel? Good. Confused. Angry. Which answer do I give him? I don’t want to hide from this anymore. I morphed into something I wasn’t long ago to deal with my experiences. To numb the obvious truth that I’m not like the people who were in my life. I always felt misplaced, misguided. I was holding so much inside, protecting others, but no one was protecting me. Where do I belong?
I belong with myself, accepting myself. Until I do, I’ll continue to float in a world that is strange and judgmental, because the reflection I’m receiving is that of my own.
I go for honesty. “I’m not sure how I feel. Up here, in this space, I feel peace. Em
