Settle in for a longer-than-usual newsletter. Part story, part analysis.
All from the heart.
I am feeling extremely vulnerable in this moment, sharing out this newsletter… All hugs are appreciated <3
Okay, deep breath.…
I have always been afraid. Ever since I can remember anyway.
For me, the fear started when I was sexually abused as a seven-year-old. That completely changed my worldview.
I had been, I am told, a pretty happy-go-lucky kid prior to that.
But my memory is of anxiety, worry, and a fear of being lost.
If we went outside of my ken while driving in the car, I would fearfully ask my mom “are we lost?”
She always told me “nope, we are on an adventure!”
But the anxiety was still there. I always wished I’d never have to leave home once we returned.
When I was about eight years old, I got separated from my mom and brothers at the grocery store.
I concluded that they had left me there… So I started walking home.
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