sharmanic conversion

life changes, epiphanies, shamanic conversions-there are thousands of names for it.
they come with pain, loss, hurt. it's a time when you are forced to look inside and reflect. to really see and understand your hurt whether you caused it or it chose you. look at it's repercussions, the effect it has on you, your life.
it's your play dough stage. if you don't remould yourself, you end up a mashed blob, hoping someone else will remould you. you can't wait for help when it comes to reshaping your own life. the longer you wait the further away you get from you desired design.
if you stay in this stage you seem to be magnetised to all the horrid self pity of hurt, pain, loss and confusion. it becomes an addiction, an annoying friend you can't seem to tell to piss off.
we needfully acquire the 'why me' syndrome. the longer we carry this badge with twisted morbid self pity, the further it seeps into every particle of us. taking over every fibre of our being.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, FUCKING KNOCK. we must answer the door. welcome our shamanic conversion or whatever you want to call it. while giving the old pain in the arse faithful 'WHY ME' the boot. bury that fucker six feet under and it will be the only funeral you will cry tears of joy, dance with freedom, and become the person you really want, and should be.
good luck with it darlings if its coming to a cinema near you.