At times, I hate where I’ve been because where I’ve been is what keeps me stuck where I am.
Perhaps it’s not always the actual experiences of the past that keep you bound.
Sometimes it’s not knowing how to be different.
Sometimes it’s fear that you’re going to have to explain yourself.
(And the explanation is “I simply want to be normal!”)
But mostly, the past has me locked in its prison because one’s expectations are a dungeon all their own.