At last
There were times, when I abandoned Rex, that I felt like a ‘refugee’. I was so used to be ready for a fight-or-flight response, it was almost like a dependence. I was addicted to struggle and fear. I had to kick the habit, truly.
Everything has changed. I live in a cosy home, found a good job, have friendly colleagues. I am in the rest-and-digest mode.
I would like to find my innocence again. I can be wicked and fierce if I have to. I can be sensitive and kind if I’m left in harmony. Beyond an amount of hurt, it does no longer make sense to talk about forgiving.
I have found my silence. I want to find my innocence again.