Walking Away from Cages
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I was reading Untamed by Glennon Doyle, and I had to close the book at one point because the tears wouldn’t stop. She wrote about walking away from cages , and I knew with my whole body what she meant. For most of my life, I lived inside invisible cages. Cages of conditioning. Cages of performance. Cages of survival. I didn’t know who I was, not entirely, until my late thirties. That’s when I began to tap in. But the timing was painful, because while I was trying to tap in the relationship, I was in was trying to tap me out emotionally. By the time I got free, I felt like I was starting all over again. Even leaving that relationship felt like another cage. I wanted it to work, not just because I loved the person, but because I had experienced so much failure in love that another ending felt like proof that something was wrong with me. But walking away was the first time I truly began walking toward myself. Over time, I’ve been learning to leave the cages behind. Some of them were lo...