Rewriting My Life’s Script
Hope #16: And filling the cracks with clay
Recap: After shedding her former life, our narrator is taking measured steps to shape a new one, where she loves and understands herself. Following a midnight escape, she’s discovered a home in a large city, and a friend in the older lady she works for.
I scoured every shelf of the library for a guide on healing. There wasn’t one.
On my fourth visit, I noticed a leaflet for their book club and grazed its flaming letters while my other hand rested on my throat. I wasn’t ready for a public viewing.
Days passed like waves, with rhythmic tasks. While nights ventured to drown me.
When I started recognizing the sound of my voice, I scheduled myself one hurdle each morning. Resculpt a part, highlight the scars, and let it repose.
Today, I glimpsed reflections in their eyes. She was a woman to be acknowledged.
Author’s Notes:
The above (100-word) tale is from a series called Hope I’m creating with May More 💜. Originally published on Medium (2024), we’re reshaping it for Substack with stratified flavors and (hopefully) fresh reactions from you.
Healing is like the night sky. Each journey is unique, with swirling ridges of colors.
From the moment we’re born, there’s noise. Voices, images, videos, followed by lists of dos and don’ts. It’s easy to lose yourself in their storms.
They tell you who to be, through subtle cues and harsh lessons. You can keep trying to please them by becoming a version of yourself that generates negligible conflict. Until you gradually become invisible. A complete erosion of the self.
When you start walking alone, it can feel like it’s too late. The damage’s been fully set.
Then, one day, you take a step and stick the landing, feet easily resting on the ground. That feeling is exhilarating. So you keep going: trying, learning, falling, getting up.
The concept of “I” isn’t static. It flows with life, correcting its course. The thing is, do you let them dictate the terms, or do you keep writing your own story?
Click here for the series link. Find the previous episode below.
The thing is we are brought up in noise and mostly around others. To sit back, alone and listen to silence will be overwhelming but often something that has to be done to move and heal. Hope is at that point. and yes "While nights ventured to drown me." you nailed that. Life... never easy. But the best things never are <3
Definitely keep writing your own story, complete with a few plot twists