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oft knock, barely touching the frame. A hard knock with bruised knuckles. The door pushes open no matter.</p><p id="e097">When I collapse to the floor from the anxieties of the day weighing down my aging body, I don’t fall. I float into the warmth of an embrace. I strip down to my core through the layers of scabs and scars seared into my skin. Mirrorless walls serve as a reminder that judgments remain outside, as there is no room for the things I can't control.</p><p id="b987">I slide into acceptance and everlasting love as I crawl into my nest where sleep finds me without delay. I drift without the need for a pill or a drink. While slumber overtakes, my burdens are pushed into the closet to stay until the next day when I will try again.</p><p id="6c1e">I ask you, “<b><i>What does home mean

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to you?”</i></b></p><p id="93f9">@2021 <a href="https://elliejacobson.medium.com/">Ellie Jacobson</a></p><h2 id="0cca">Inspiration</h2><p id="c36d">Thank you <a href="undefined">Trista Signe Ainsworth</a> for your continued inspiration.</p><div id="2d79" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-home-for-your-heart-50755db9c97e"> <div> <div> <h2>A Home For Your Heart</h2> <div><h3>Thank You Notes #21</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*7zOuP5Ux6QwRtv8b6KPTUA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Reflection

Behind the Unlocked Door is Home

Thankful for the space I can be myself

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

Home is where I don’t need a key to enter.

When I am lost in the world, dizzy and weak from all that is expected of me, I go to the place where only one knock is needed to let me in. A soft knock, barely touching the frame. A hard knock with bruised knuckles. The door pushes open no matter.

When I collapse to the floor from the anxieties of the day weighing down my aging body, I don’t fall. I float into the warmth of an embrace. I strip down to my core through the layers of scabs and scars seared into my skin. Mirrorless walls serve as a reminder that judgments remain outside, as there is no room for the things I can't control.

I slide into acceptance and everlasting love as I crawl into my nest where sleep finds me without delay. I drift without the need for a pill or a drink. While slumber overtakes, my burdens are pushed into the closet to stay until the next day when I will try again.

I ask you, “What does home mean to you?”

@2021 Ellie Jacobson

Inspiration

Thank you Trista Signe Ainsworth for your continued inspiration.

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Mental Health
Home
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