The only times I’ve ever had a peaceful exit from everything was when I wrote things uncensored. To achieve that my mind would first enter the valleys I’ve buried pieces of my self. I remember being aged 10 and re writing pages of a book just for “fun” I recall preferring that sometimes to playing what’s the time mr wolf.
These buried pieces of myself all had one thing in common, my vulnerability, they symbolise to me today how in the name of protection and self preservation I played myself.
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.” ~Brené Brown
When I look at this picture below,I see what me on the inside looked like. I’m grateful Allah kept what I didn’t realise I tossed
“Perhaps you dislike a thing that’s good for you, Allah knows and you know not” may we never lean on our own understanding in the form of our fragmented selves.