There are no words that describe the heaviness that I feel when I see people imprisoned by their past. The heaviness does not come from a place of judgment, but rather from a place of empathy. You see…. I know what it’s like to be a prisoner to something that I cannot change.
During my childhood, I was a prisoner of trauma. During my adolescence, I was a prisoner of cultural expectations. As a young adult, I was a prisoner of the religious institution that I ascribed too…. and as a middle-aged adult, I was a prisoner of the coping skills that I allowed to take over my life.
It wasn’t until I deliberately moved forward as an act of rebellion against my imprisonment, that I began to experience the change that my soul longed for. I had to become thirsty for the right things in order to build the life that I was created to live.
What are you waiting for? Go out and be all that you were created to be!!