All my reserves tapped. Time to shut down. My self-imposed prison gates thundered downward, the echoing boom as dungeon doors crashed to the floor in rolling succession. Safe. Safe inside myself. Yet, was the inside of me any safer than the outside world? With my eyes wide open, my reality was clear and without any kind of comfort. No knight battled to free me, and even if one championed my cause, there was no freedom to be won; no refuge from my tortured truth. In the real world, outside my dramatized, traumatized brain, the doors to my little cottage in the woods remained bolted. I texted Ivy once: “Doing fine. Safe and sound. Don’t worry. Love you Baby. Thank you for everything. PS Shutting off phone…‘til I’m ready…I’M SORRY… ”
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