Dear Mya:

Here is my best understanding of your recent posts:

When you were an older child, you felt stuck at home, felt like it was a cage, like a bird without wings. And you wanted to fly!

When you started university, you lived at home but you wanted to live on campus, like that young woman, like a few of the others, to make your own choices, your own choices, choose your way.

It didn’t happen. You found yourself still, that bird with no wings. This woman you refer to as toxic, I think you view her as one who has wings and you envy her for it.

Am I remembering correctly, you now live in Spain, not in Poland. Away from your parents’ home, correct? If so, what about those wings, this ability to fly, the freedom to fly… what is happened and what is happening to that desire, to fly?

What would it mean to you, to fly- what is freedom, for you?

anita