Knock knock...who's there? It's a joke right? Everyone seems to be able to get it. You simply just have to respond with your name and it's joke over, small talk done. However, you freeze after you're asked who's there because you feel like your identity has been stripped from you after every 'knock' ; to the point where you are scared of coming to terms with the fact you feel like there is nobody there.
Each time you step out, you make every effort to straighten your crumbling spine, coat your bruised skin and perhaps plaster on a smile as an attempt to heal your wounded heart. With your moral survival kit you go about your daily activities carefully. The aim is that nobody will suspect your wounded heart and its causes.Once that's done, you go back behind closed doors. Another 'knock'.Another hit.Another blow, again, again and again. You took it because they told you it is your fault and you believe it.
Please stop believing them. I am here to tell you it is not your fault, you are beautiful and you are of value. It is nobody's right to steal and strip your self love from you. This is for the man that is made to feel worthless. This is to the woman that is made to feel lifeless. This is to the child that is made to feel hopeless. Read this and take courage.
Until next time,