Road to recovery

I am not that great at expressing myself. Words are not necessarily my forte. But because of a Risk Project I did for a class, I think I can start on my journey finally. What was always told to me was that I had a wall up. That I didn’t let anyone in. I took that, and made it real. In front of people I cared about and respected in my class, I built a wall with boxes with each memory that I thought created a brick in my metaphorical wall. Then in order to give myself closure, I moved backwards and confronted each memory and pushed out a box. Eventually I pushed all of them away and stood up in only a bra and underwear (to confront my insecurity about my body). Little did I know that would be the spark I needed to move on from all of the things I had kept bottled up inside.