Life is a difficult place.
It requires deft navigation and some sort of protection .
Mostly we get hurt and as a consequence build defences so high and so strong and so completely that not only do we keep others out, we also keep ourselves in. Hidden and afraid. Cut off from real contact outside ourselves, we offer our masked face composed from person-coloured armour to the world.
Is this the price we pay for safety?
Is it too high?
Chafing on my skin and brain and heart.
Not your fault. Not even my fault.
(Mary Jane Kennedy)