Be prepared. The minute you decide to be yourself, to heal, and to allow your true feelings, it will be there: NONSENSE. It will be transmitted by family members, so called friends, acquaintances, colleagues, therapists, doctors, pharmacists, pseudo-spiritual teachers, and all kinds of people who feel provoked by your decision. They sense it in your presence, and it shows them what they lack. Deep, deep inside, in a guarded fortress of my heart, you lived. I built this place for you, with all the materials I could find, to protect you, to keep away cruel, insensitive beings and energies from you. I tried my best to hide you there. Please believe me. Please. You sat shy and huddled in a corner, and from time to time, I could hear your heart wrenching cry for love. You only wanted to play in the sunshine, catch butterflies and bubbles, jump into puddles, eat vanilla ice cream, watch fluffy clouds, sing fantasy melodies, listen to bedtime stories wrapped in a cozy blanket, laugh, express all your emotions, be a child. Free, beloved, and playful. Your birthright.