There were days when all I wanted was something to ease the pain. Until I realised that it existed within memories that couldn’t be erased, despite a longing for relief. Deeply embedded belief systems manifesting from circumstances that weren’t decided by me yet somehow formed my very definition. It was as though they had been inked upon my skin in a language no other could understand. My hand outstretched with my mouth sewn shut and no cure for the hurt. No prescription to bring me hope and an optimism that lay dead in the water. I drowned in the realisation.
There is no prescription for self love.
- Terri Pietersen