Day 7 - Feb 15

The current seems to have changed directions today, like the tides have turned. And yesterday I really had some post prison blues (depression). But I was also able to express myself, but only after I processed the feelings alone. That talking to other people made me more angry, because I was taking on their POV. I need to look inward and see how I feel, not what others expect me to feel. The eyes of others my prison, for certain. I need more of the confidence to stand proud as me, alone and that no matter who stands next to me, I don't waiver in my own confidence. I am my own person. And I accept my past. Sorry today was little about you The Flower.

Annotation: “The eyes of others our prison; their thoughts our cages” - Virginia Woolf