I am in the process of breaking free of my pretty prison, both literally and figuratively. It will have to be figuratively first; I have to rediscover myself, my strength, my ability to be in command before I can literally break free. That's partly what this blog is all about.
I need to find myself again.
I have been waiting so long to be loved, finally, by the man I married that I forgot how to love myself. I allowed him to show me in a million different ways how unlovable and ridiculous I am. I lost myself in the pain of allowing someone else to control how I see myself and how I see the world around me.
No more.
He might have me trapped where I am for the time being, but he will not hold my spirit any longer. I have decided that I will make the best of my pretty prison, that I will be as free in my mind as I want to be in reality until such a time as I can truly escape.
Welcome, then, to my pretty prison.
3 prisoners breaking out:
I know first hand what a horrible place it is to be in. You're taking the right, in my opinion, steps. You have to rediscover you, the real you. Get your confidence back and then kick ass. I'm here all the way. ♥
I've been there twice before I found the King. When the King died, I made a promise to never return to a prison. The King had given me a castle and the pretty prison wasn't going to cut it anymore..
We are here to support you.. and pour you drinks when you need it.
It's always good to find yourself again. Keep searching!
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