5 things about Liza [Pt 5]


I’ve been in therapy for over 10 years, and with 2 different therapists I can safely say my feet are planted on the ground. Sometimes cemented. Thank God for childlike hearts in my life who keep my wings alive.

No matter how much I try, I can’t remember too much of my childhood. I rely on other people’s stories to remind me where I was, what I did, what I said, what happened.

In Australia, I wanted to be American. In America, I hold tight in keeping the Ozzie in me alive.

I wish I could do it all.

There’s a rumbling inside, I keep carving at the ice anticipating a shape will emerge.


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