Leaving the thorn forest

I have committed to taking a journey, into the dark places of my own soul in search of the truth of myself, with the intention of healing and changing myself and my life. I do not think this is going to be pretty. I think it’s going to be like walking into a thorn forest and making a path through it using only my body. I expect to bleed and to lose bits of skin, in a metaphorical sort of way.

No one has to watch this.

However, I know there are other people out there whose lives are tightly boundaried by thorn forests of their own. People who are lost and hurting and struggling to live. You are welcome to come with me. If you can use any of my bloody trails, use them. If you want to share, then share. I can hear anything that comes from this kind of situation.

I am going to walk out of the thorn forest, even if on the far side of it all I have left are bones.

I am going to walk out of this forest and leave a path, and a map, and whatever signs I can put up as I go, because if I can help one other person do the same and reclaim their life, that’s an epic bonus. But I’m not doing this for anyone else, I’m doing it for me. By whatever means are necessary.