Your home is your castle,
Your body is your home,
And no, this is not a “make healthy choices,” lecture.
But an observation,
about the atmosphere of mine.
A quieter place
Now that some of the demons
Have grown and left.
Because their “parents”
Are toxic.
Self-doubt,
And fear of burdening,
Inherited from my neighborhood.
As old as they are,
They are twice as stout.
But I am still pulling up old wood,
To build a floor of confidence in my house.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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