Finally understanding how to change the way I treat myself, I offer myself a quiet, nurturing, safe space to be vulnerable.
Today, I recognized the Superwoman in me. To honour her, I gently asked myself to tea.
Hands wrapped around steaming mug, I did not get frustrated with her, berate her, nor indulge her isolation and inner chaos.
Instead, I stood silent in the face of her stoic bravado, then asked her to tell me what she was afraid of.
She crumbled in my arms, doe-eyed and heartbroken, and sobbed a sweet, soulful, “Thank you.”