For the sake of not sounding even more cliché than I probably already do, I won’t say it felt like home—but Chicago did feel right in a way that no other place I’ve been to on Earth has, not even the city I was born and raised in.
Until we consciously and intentionally go back for and heal the wounded child within us, we can only be a fragment of ourselves. And in my opinion, the least interesting, fun, brave, courageous, creative, or inspiring version, at that.
I could not even begin to understand what it means to be a mother. But what I can understand—and deeply empathize with—is the feeling of being trapped in a single identity and feeling forced to present only that identity to the world when, in reality, there's so much more to you than meets the eye.
