INHERITANCE/WEEK 7 of 17
Interlude: WHEN MY BODY WAS A WARZONE
Interlude: When My Body Was a Warzone
My body has been both the battlefield and the casualty.
It has been something I fought against. Something I tried to escape. Something I learned to hate before I ever learned to love.
It has carried bruises that were not mine to hold. It has learned to flinch before the harm ever arrived.
For too long, I let other people teach me what my body was worth. For too long, I believed them.
But my body remembers.
And now, I must ask it—
What if touch was never meant to wound?
What if I could learn to hold myself differently?
What if my body was never the war—but the home I was always meant to return to?
Tomorrow, 8/3 at 8am CST
What My Body Remembers, What Love Refused to Forget
Every time I touched someone, I had to introduce myself again. Not just my name. Not just my body. But the part of me that came with a disclaimer.
"I'm undetectable."
I have said it so many times that the words no longer feel like mine...
The full story of how love refused to leave, even when everything else did. How the body learns to become home to itself. How some hands heal and others wound, and what it means to demand to be loved in the light.
Sunday, August 3rd, 8:00am CST
Let that be enough—for now.