The Window

I was just lost in thought …

The window was closed and it was good … I have not opened it in a long time. I was afraid. 😔Emma my inner voice helped me focus on the essential. To focus on my soul wounds.

I have to heal myself. I finally want to love myself.I had too much pain in me. Wounds:

the fear of being abandoned, not being loved and not being good enough.

I met someone who managed to tilt the window. 😊I don´t know what it was, but it fascinated me. I didn´t know him well. He was so optimistic and had that glow in his eyes. The light that I lost. He believed in love and also in the power of love. That love could move mountains. Hopefully… like a child full of euphoria or just naive? I don’t know, but I knew: It mesmerized me.

I saw what I needed. Like the last puzzle piece that was missing. I wanted to have this piece of the puzzle and if I wanted something, there were NO limits for me. He set limits. 😨

In the end, there was no piece of puzzle for me.

Wound <— strike. Bingo! 😭

The embittered Emma was happy and shouted to me: „I said, don´t open the window, but you wouldn´t listen!“

Feels like only mosquitoes and spiders came through the slot of the window. So I closed the window again and looked out.

Positive: I realized that I wanted the strange puzzle piece…I’m still far from being ready.

I have to complete the puzzle with my own puzzle piece.

The self-love … so close and yet so far away.

_stay_wonderful_