When we build walls, when we close doors, when we shutter windows, we feel safe.
We construct obstacles that feel necessary to keep out what we don’t want in.
We spend time crafting and constructing the walls; they take time and energy. They can become quite ornate.
Over time, the walls become familiar. We forget that they are there. We’re comfortable and acclimated to our surroundings.
We’ve painted those walls a beautiful color; we’ve hung pictures and artwork on those walls.
It was once about protection, born from necessity, preventing the outside from getting in.
But we also stopped wondering what else, besides that which we feared, we were keeping out.
Finding Me in Mom 