Wind of Change

The family home fostered shouting, bitterness and abuse. The child knew no different. It felt normal to stockpile repressed feelings and practice an inability to communicate properly.

Frustration boiled over.

Years of unconscious social wilderness and sabotaged relationships followed. Frequent thoughts of death were a romanticised release.

The breakdown was difficult, but crucial. The heart must be open, not barricaded and defensive. Attempts at self-harm evolved into attempts at self-change.

Slowly, doors opened.

Friends were made, love gravitated and children followed. With a family came a chance to be the change.

I think this thing I feel is called… happiness.