I have wandered and been to so many places in my life but all the while, I never felt myself or at home. I craved it so bad! I wanted a place that I could completely be myself and express myself as a person and not what has always been expected of me.
Every time I tried to either be myself or act as I was expected to so I could feel accepted and loved, it always ended up badly. I made some many mistakes and tried to hide them because I believed that no one would love or accept me with all the mistakes I’d committed over the years!
I accepted the lie that I would never find home! I was wounded and broken from all the detours I had taken and I had to find a home for me to be treated. Where and whom shall I turn to? I had no one. So I did what was sensible of me, I covered my wounds and brokenness just enough to keep me going until I found a place I could nurse and heal my wounds.