My reflection on what happened inside of me in yesterday’s workshop.
I felt the pain from my adolescens, lots of things came flushing over me, memories and emotions. Wrote this today, to get back in balance:

Those wounds from my young days
I didn’t even see them as wounds
At the time
I couldn’t
They were too messy
Too disgusting
Too difficult to look at u
And to handle alone
I put ”the magic bandaid” on
The kind that makes wounds go away
At least that was my intention
My silent plan

What ”the magic bandaid” really did
Was to push the wounds
Deep into my bones
Deep into my mind
Making them invisible
Hidden
Safely stored
Behind my walls of protection

For them to lay there
Implicitly keep causing pain
From within
For a long long time
But to – One day many years later
Come out into the light
Into my light
For me to see them
For me to re-live the pain
For me to put another bandaid on
This time the truly healing one
The right one

I will carefully do that
One by one
Of all my wounds