Why do we do what we do? Why do we stay when we know we should go? But we don’t. We latch on even tighter and start to cope. We build elaborate contraptions around the situation and try living with it rather than without it. Fear keeps us bound, perverse joy makes us stay.
What is the proverbial “straw that breaks the camel’s back?” Rock bottom comes in every imaginable form. I’d like to think I can head you off at the pass, make a clean break. But the time has to be right. The stars have to align just so, and then, just like that, you are gone. The music stops and the rides close… finally, a time for rest. Wishful thinking.
The miles past aren’t erased. Now the rebuilding begins, one step at a time. Layers of yourself are revealed to yourself. You begin to dismantle the contraptions that kept you bound. The work is difficult, but more rewarding than any you’ve ever done. It’s exhilarating and terrifying.
Don’t be afraid. We are in this together; there is no singular experience. I will help pull out your thorns and soak your bones. You deserve a rest after that journey. Walking through yourself is exhausting isn’t it? Have faith in me. The other side is beyond imagination. Won’t you join me?