Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on heal.
It started in my early 20s.
The talking it out, the figuring it out, the realization that I could not just keep going.
I needed to find a better way and I needed to heal.
So, I talked.
I told a stranger my history.
I talked about the relationship I was in.
I talked about the love I was carrying and the fear of being in love.
I talked about how I knew that love wasn't reciporcated and how I knew I would eventually have to walk away.
I talked about her, I talked about him.
I talked about when I was small and I talked about me now.
I talked about my decisions, I talked about my past.
I talked about how and why and how much my friends mean to me.
I talked about my idea of family, what I wanted.
I talked about my reasons for leaving my realization I may never be allowed or welcomed back.
I was angry enough to be fine with that and just start over.
I was challenged.
I was asked a lot of questions.
And evenutally, many years later, many talks later, many realizations later...