Crucible

February 14

Somewhere in my past I learned that acting on my heart was a bad thing. And there began my false life’s quest: the quest to be a good girl. It’s very obviously marked by a fearful and anxious heart. The journey back to myself began when I fell in love with my husband. He saw and loved my truest heart from the first. He named her well… butterfly.

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