I relate to people who write they know they not of this world. I know I don’t belong here. I never have. I belong where I am heading. I am just travelling this world, raising my children, helping some people as I can.
But, I am not of this world and I never have been. And I’ve given up any expectation of this life. I accept I am different. I accept I am alone. I no longer expect anyone else to understand me. And it’s okay, only I need to understand.
I truly look forward to where I am heading, and daydream of it often. I utilise my capacity to zone out. Out of this world.
I have no fear of death. I look forward to it. And it’s not a trauma related issue. It is a spiritual knowing.
Acceptance of many difficult things, I have faced lately.
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