She views the world through broken glass. A tiny window, framed by jagged edges that cut her whenever she dares glance beyond her fear. Freedom beckons just outside her transparent prison.
Gathering courage, she pushes through. Shards of glass flay her ragged flesh. She emerges, bleeding, scarred, yet somehow whole.
Another story from the vault. This one was inspired by all of the injured souls who dare to face their worst pain. It’s terrifying to open that door, but so healing if we can (within the safety of an appropriate therapeutic setting).
When I was trying to walk away from a life of darkness and pain, I was told that even though the box has sharp corners we stay inside it because we know where those sharp corners are. Who knows what lies outside? Once I broke through, what I was new beginnings, new hope, new life. Yes, some more sharp corners but was able to face them. Such a meaningful story.
Yes, what a wonderful image. Those transparent prisons are so difficult. Thank you