The path from childhood to "auto-phobe" and the self fulfilling prophecy of dishonesty for the sake of self preservation
The implosion of identity and the unknown inception of my disease. Escape into the political pain of the world, a place that matched my own and took me in.
The escape from my inner pain through intercontinental traveling and creating peak experiences of extreme intimacy with beautiful female human beings.... Haha, and losing myself in every one. The laughter is not associated with the experience, rather the release gained from the vulnerability of writing about it now and placing a weakness naked into a public space. The shock of each loss became the search for a new escape thus creating a perpetual chain reaction of unending distractions to guard me from my internal pain. This period of life was the peak point of ignorance surrounding my disease.
The beginnings of facing my pain through introverted searching and the realization that there is no escape except for finding the strength to create conscious change. A growing discontent with travel returns me to a place of home.
The hardest time of my life, facing my disease. Allowing myself to love and be vulnerable without being well, being abruptly left, and finding the strength to rebel against the pattern.
Finding the bravery to practice being in my heart, allowing my emotions to flow and channeling my creativity. Taking time and consciously choosing to create reality through love rather than my fear. Trusting the universe and being at peace. Finding my name, behaving like a child, being playful, and enjoying present time with those who cross my path.