We set up walls because we felt unsafe at one point in our lives, and at that time, it protected us. Now those walls are an inconvience. They prevent you from letting people in, from letting them know the real you. We think we’re protecting ourselves, but really we’re hurting ourselves.
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She hides, cowered over in a cage. She drapes her hand over her face to hide from the world. This is all she’s ever known.
When she cries, there is no sound for fear that someone will hear her. When she panics it is silent; contained within her so no one is scared of her. When she breaks, she breaks alone for that’s all she’s ever known.
She’s scared. She’s scared of her past experiences. She’s scared of what could be.
But she still dreams. Dreams of a day where someone breaks down the wall she built around herself. She dreams of the day she walks out of her cage, head held high and proud for she won her battle.
But who breaks down that wall is not someone else, it is her.
She tries, over and over, brick by brick, very slowly to let her guard down. She starts to let people in. She starts to open herself up. She starts to be free. She breaks the shackles she created for herself and she is liberated.
She wins. Though she knows life will never be perfect and people can still hurt her, she learns that it is better to be free than to be chained.
In this story, she wins.