The Hidden Survival Patterns I Mistook for Brokenness
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” ~Rumi
I grew up in a council house in the 1970s, in a world where children were seen and not heard.
We were kicked out in the morning and told to come back when the streetlights came on. On the surface, it looked normal. But what was happening behind closed doors didn’t feel normal at all.
I didn’t have the words for it then, but I always felt different.
People thought I was shy. And I was. But it was more than that. Being around people felt overwhelming, like I …


