What would you do to belong?

Belonging, a powerful need that I tried to deny, while creating suitable masks for feeling approved of. That fueled my conquest for needing others, while running more and more of myself. That eventually rendered me so tired and angry that I reacted in accordance to and lead to guilt and fear of abandonment. A cycle that repeated itself keeping me blindsided to the real nature of certain situations or people. Or myself.

I do belong, I belong to my life and my story, to love and my mission there. That is all what is it. And what truly matters. My story will not unfold not how I wanted, imagined or hoped for and I am ready for it. Below a symbol of protection and peace.