My shrink asked me that yesterday. We are focused on pushing past the trauma of my childhood and onto a future of my own, not of someone’s else’s makings. The problem is, as she puts it, “There’s a lot going on in there.”
Lovely. but I’m determined. I’m taking my life back, dammit. Her question to me was a dangerous one. More, it was a question I didn’t know the answer to. She asked me, “Where’s the eyes of the storm?”
The storm is the one in my mind, the hurricane of emotional trauma I survived. (Which I’m now putting into my books) I don’t know the answer to her question. Not yet. But until then, I’m reminded of a quote.