The stranger within
I looked at the scars on my arm and thought about getting a tattoo with
PEACE in different kinds of languages all over to cover the pain and battle scars
as I sat facing my therapist waiting for him to give me relief, a distraction or attention.
He asked me to touch my arm Why should I do that? I thought to myself
He coaxed me gently and I had a whatever floats your boat mind-set and
plopped my hand against my arm, it felt silly and awkward at the same time
because in all honesty it was like feeling someone else because I had lost
touch with my self and had separated mind/body
It is hard to be present spiritually and emotionally when you
had been a prostitute for over 20 years. I had learned to disconnect and
try to be somewhere else and let my mind take advantage of…
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