The above image, ‘I choose to be free.’, is from an app I have Unique Daily Affirmations. Everyday is a different affirmation, with a different background. Fairly often, the affirmation is relatable, but occasionally I find them frustrating.
When I was at high school, my English teacher asked the class to pick a word out of a collection she gave us. Most everyone chose something similar to ‘success’ (or synonyms). I was the only person who chose a different word, I chose ‘freedom’.
I have always craved freedom. Freedom, to begin with, from my abusive childhood, and the MGC.
Freedom then from my increasingly suffocating mental illness – that went unnoticed (by the people who could’ve helped, teachers, doctors, nurses and other people who could have stepped in) and when it was noticed and I started my very long recovery path, it was misdiagnosed for a very long time – which I sought in ways that just continued the cycle of abuse.
Freedom from my, largely self-inflicted, isolation and loneliness.
Freedom … from myself.
Freedom (as defined by the online Dictionary.com)
the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint:
He won his freedom after a retrial.
exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.