A David Gray album is my soundtrack as the tides change in my brain as the days are shifting, blossoming. I am in the process of mourning the part of me that’s helped me survive up until now. I love her dearly but in the process of growth, I must let her go. My body aches at her departure, for it’s unbalanced in the present. I am responsible for my own healing, for re-parenting the parts of my psyche that act in childish ways. Maybe one day I will believe myself when I say I am okay. Until then, I continue to draw words in the sand, trying to build a healthy ladder in these foreign internal landscapes, hoping one day the positive dialogue will drown out the negativity assumptions I held onto for so long.
Kelly Severseike 