A Place to Call Home

I found this little space in Bangalow, up in the hills and signed a lease for six months on the same day. I was thrilled to be so fortunate and to have a space where I could be alone. Most importantly, I needed to release and up until this day I had not released what was sitting in my throat and heart. I had cried but I had not released like my body was begging me to. On the third day of moving into my new little pad I released. I sobbed, cried, wailed, yelled, and completely surrendered to the pain I was feeling. The guilt, shame, doubt, anger, frustration, and a plethora of other emotions came bubbling to the surface and wrenched out of me with the force of a tidal wave. Washing over me and engulfing me until if felt like I was drowning in them. I lay on my bed and the lounge for the whole day until the night came and I slipped into a sleep full of dreams and hot flushes. I was finally alone, and I felt safe to fall apart.