I just took a long walk and was thinking about a drawing I had to do when I was at the IOP for love and sex addiction. It was to be “of my childhood.” I drew a house with lilacs in the yard. But I was no where to be seen. I realize now, in the absence of all the meeting of other’s expectations of me, aka their reflections, I had/have no idea who I am.

Now, as I am healing, and deciding what my boundaries are, I’m beginning to take shape.