Sometimes we grow older, maybe even wiser, but the little child inside us still feels the pain he or she felt so many years ago. He or she still feels insecure, terrified, lacks trust, and feels abandoned…And he or she will be damned if they will let anyone else hurt them again, and this is quite simply why they punish themselves…
And so, there became a day,
Or maybe it was a time,
Whichever it was, it was quite impossible to remember exactly when it was,
But it came.
And when it came,
There was a change,
An unidentifiable change,
Within my being.
It was not sudden,
Or maybe it was,
For it was so long ago…
And during this time a curious thing happened,
And maybe it was not so much curious as it was insidious,
For having witnessed my fair share of the horrors of life,
I directed them inward.
I felt very strongly that the horrors within could never affect me so much as the horrors without,
And I felt a sense of familiarity within my self-created hell,
It was almost comforting.
I welcomed my demons, felt a strange sense of peace in my self-torment,
And found a place of acceptance,
A place where only I could judge myself,
A place where my deepest, darkest secrets could be kept,
And I loved it, as I often still do, because it is mine.
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