a personal tale

Being Tangled Up

Before I moved back to Florida, I was living in Seattle thinking life was going according to plan. I was accomplishing my goals, I was pursuing progressively bigger accomplishments, and thought I was finally ready to set down some roots.

But my body was screaming for me to stop and slow down. I was receiving signals in the form of pain and I was pretending to not receiving them. I was playing the ‘you can’t catch me’ game with my own accumulated trauma.

I pushed forward, ignoring the pain, and changed my personal story to “only weak people give up.”

I’d created a web of stories I couldn’t escape.

And the monster I was feeding was coming to harvest me.