Ever since I was little water is what has helped me to escape. I
don't know why, but I just realized it now.
When I was little I looked foward to taking a bath. I had a purple,
glittery rubber ducky and 2 yellow rubber duckies. I also had
bubble bath stuff and caryons to draw on the shower. I would take
hour long baths. I thought of creativeidea and went on adventures.
I practced holding my breath so I would be better when summer came.
I sang. I was so happy.
Every summer I lie around in the pool almost every single day. If a
bug comes I duck under the water or drown bees in the pool. It
allows me to relax and kill my fears. And if I don't want to
here someone I can just stay underwater. My family has always
called me a fish or mermaid because I will stay in the pool for
hours on end.
Then there was that period of time where I hated taking showers.
I was trying to escape life. I was lost. That's when tears
came into play. I cried a lot. Almost every single day. My thoughts
were jumbled. I couldn't think clearly.
Now I take long showers. 40 minutes. That way I can cry if I want.
I think clearly when the water washes over my head. I get creative
ideas for writing pieces. Memories run though my head. I sort
out my feelings. I pray.
Water helps me. I don't know why, I just know that it does. And
I think that's part of the healing process... recognizing what
will help and accepting it without wondering why it makes you
happy. All you need to know is that it does.