I jump around, to and fro, finding a solid space of truth to stand until I can find a bit more. Step by step, my real identity emerges, and the pieces and scraps of falseness are left in my wake, like scrap jettisoned from a cargo ship at sea. I leave them behind.
I have the likeness of an onion, who is being peeled back, layer by layer, uncovering more of the untarnished center as I go. There is integrity to be found in the solid layers nearing the core. There is a strength- a fundamental stability to these thicker layers, as opposed to the flimsy wrappings of the outside lacking much substantially. This has been my process, my journey inward- reclaiming wholeness.