Questioning beliefs part 2
They say: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Whoever said that was wrong. Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will permanently cripple you! Looking back now. I realise I was afraid of myself... Afraid of what I might- no. I was afraid of what I would do if I did fight back. Afraid of the extent I might go to and what I would become. As weak as I had become. At the back of my mind ....in the furthest, darkest recesses. There was a voice that always called to me..... Always calling... But it never stopped calling. That voice....that woman... She was a version of me. A side of me I shied away from. Tied up. Chained down. Locked away. And unlike me she....she was strong. She was confident. Defiant and determined to the very end. And she was fighting like a...