Admitting The Walls

I don't like to admit things. If I have done something wrong, yes I will admit it. If I ate the last cookie, yes I will admit it. But admitting to what I have become and how I got here is not going to be easy. I still cannot guarantee that I can actually do it. But I have to start somewhere.

I have walls. There I said it. I have walls all around me, in every direction. Some are very large, and some most people could jump over. Yet, there they are. I wish I could say it is all someone Else's fault. That would be a lie. I created these walls. This is my own doing. This is my own fault. I can admit that now, even if it is only on a blog that most likely nobody on this planet but me will read. Instead of dealing with things in my life, with every single curve, problem, hiccup or blemish, I built a wall. I now internally live in the "City of Scars".

They say that admitting the walls are there is part of the solution. Something tells me that it is a very small part. I now have to sit down and figure out why these walls are there. Where each one came from, how to disassemble it. I have to look in every nook and cranny. In places I never wanted to look again. In places better left to rot away. Am I strong enough for this?

This is my journey through the City Of Scars. Down the rabbit hole. Taking apart walls, one brick a time.