Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

An impasse in life, that takes away resilience and flexibility. In a time where finding your bearings asks for strength and durability yet failure is what you see and feel.

You pick your self up, to fall apart, you straiten your crown only to be knocked down. You take a step only to trip and fall.

In a time where life seems a endless dry desert. You look at the reflection in the mirror, not longer recognising the person staring back.

The only memory’s you have are the voices of the bully, teachers, finger pointed at your disability, the friend telling you your not good enough. Sometimes the voices make you believe it’s true, yet you know it’s not.

When we are hurt enough in the past, only one trigger is what you need, to break down to nothingness, you will feel small and helpless, angry and beaten. No not depressed but traumatized.

Living life waring a mask, to cover our scars, our experiences and true self. Eventually we have forgotten our self, that little child inside us screaming for a hug, recognition for its existence, as a whole.

So today I start and end my day, with giving little me a hug, telling her she is safe with me, telling her she is amazing, talented, and creative. Telling little me and adult me that I love you.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 28/12/2020