The Cage

When I was suffering domestic violence and then subsequent trauma, people would ask if I was ok and I would lie. I could not reach out. The words would stick in my throat.

I lied because I was ashamed, scared of the consequences, in love with my abuser, worried if I let myself feel, I might never stop crying.

In all honesty. I was stuck. No one could get in. I couldn't get out.

Now I talk very openly about my past and my mental health, so when you are in that cage, you may just hear a little bird outside, flying freely singing a little tune, reminding you that nothing is forever. Tiny steps build up to great and powerful journeys.