Im going to write some stuff.... make of it what you will. Comments welcome.

Jeannie’s was not a happy childhood.. She grew like a seedling; breaking through the nourishing but constricting love that, like dirt, her parents kept her buried in, and venturing cautiously into this new world.. This wonderful place where she could be more than just a daughter. Where, she sensed, she could be anything she wanted to be.

But all around, others had already begun to spread themselves to catch that light of life that so dazzled and fascinated Jeannie. They closed in around her. Light was gradually replaced by darkness until, forgotten and alone, she twisted herself – searching for some place the shadows the others cast couldn’t touch. Something that belonged to her. Something they could never take away. When it is young and flexible, its bark still green, a seedling can be trained to grow in almost any direction. With time, this opportunity for change is gone. The wood is hard. By then its path of growth has been set out.

Just like hers.

That’s how she felt sometimes. Alone, dwarfed by the world and its problems that seemed to press in from all sides, she tries to explain to herself why things ended up this way. IT is tempting to blame everyone else for her misery. Maybe they just made her grow up this way. But if that’s true, will it ever get any better?

No – Jeannie wants to believe she has control over her life. This leads to another distressing thought. If she made the decisions, does this mean she brought the pain onto herself?

To Be Continued...