miércoles, 16 de octubre de 2019

The traveller

Sometimes I travel in time.

I lie down, close my eyes and go to the past, to a moment of my childhood when I felt scared, misunderstood or despised, and I give myself a big hug until we both calm down.

Of course, doing this I'm altering the past and creating a new timeline in which I grow up knowing what secure attachment feels like.

When I come back, the present has changed. A little bit.