Imagine that a turtle really could leave its shell. Now, imagine me as a turtle floundering along the shoreline of a beach without my protective shell...bare naked open to any and all predators.
Trudging rather haphazardly along that shore, he spotted me there and knew right away that something was amiss. "Why would a turtle be without its shell? Surely, it must be here somewhere." Taking a closer inspection of the surrounding, he spotted my shell in the offing and ventured to pick me up and put me back in it. But, before abruptly bending down to pick me up, he sat down on the shore and considered how best to proceed...after all turtles do snap and bite. So, he took some time to observe me and forge a bond and trust. Some might have sat and observed only long enough to figure out the best way to maim or torment me (as many have in the past), but his only intention was to restore me to my natural state. A turtle in its shell.
For the better part of a decade maybe even longer, despite all the outward appearances of vim, vigor and voraciousness, I had been furtively self harming (quite unbeknown to me) because I had plainly and naively laid bare my vulnerabilities to those cunning enough to see and manipulate them. Instead of using a razor or a bottle, I allowed any and all predators to see me there on the shore laid bare to do what predators do. Use and Abuse. But, no more. He has shown me what it is to live in my shell and use my natural defenses to shield myself from those who would do me harm. Thank You. You saved me.
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