The tree told me exactly where I needed to go in the cemetery that matched the idea I had in my head for the shoot. How did it tell me? I'm glad you asked! It put the images in my head. It told my body where in the cemetery it was. Instead of saying, "Take a left on the second path", it put the coordinates in my body. I didn’t need directions cos I already knew where it was. I thanked the tree and went on my way.
Read MoreNo assault details are in this post. Some mention of types of abuse.
He couldn’t set me free. I had to do that. I had to set us both free. After several tries, I had to cut cords and say "no", no. matter. what. He still cant set me free and I still have to keep that door closed. And you know what, the fucking truth is that I've considered reopening that door a time or two. (“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” you all scream) Ya..well…I'm being fucking honest.
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