
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
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- Blackbird song, The Beatles
Coming Home to Myself
Ever since I published that first blog, I’ve been dancing between pride and panic. Vulnerability has a way of unearthing old fears. But along the way, through therapy and the quiet, steady presence of horses, I’ve begun the journey back to my own truth. This is the story of coming home to myself.
Where to begin?
This is what I have asked myself over and over again. Where to even begin? How to catch up when so much time has passed, but I simply cannot ignore the fact that I had been gone from socials for over a year, and to just come back smiling and resume as if nothing had ever happened, would be a lie.