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@akunknown thanks sweetie 💖 I love you 💗

@stormieandpaws I know you've been through similar things😥 I'm so sweetie 🙁 I don't have birth records 🙁 but I got to choose my own name and birthday date. They knew how old I was but nothing else😥 thanks for your kind words 💖

@EmpathyS thanks sweetie 💖 hugs you back 💖 I love you friend 💖

@braindamag3 I'm very lucky to have you and all my family here at cups 💗 I've been struggling mentally alot lately that's why I haven't been around as much, I tend to isolate myself rather than open up, cause it's hard. But I'm working through it🙂 hugs you tightly 💖 thankyou 💖 I love you 💗

I’m sorry, I only saw this post now :(

Their kind of thinking is what led to the Holocaust :(

Have they rescued many others from that cult? Is the cult well-known or does no one know about it? (You don’t have to answer any of this btw) <3

Awww I’m so glad I helped <3

@Tinywhisper11

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Thanks for tagging me!

@Torean 🙂 you always know what to say to make me feel better 💖 I'm extremely lucky to have you by my side 💖 I hope one day all this crap will be sorted out forever and everyone will be safe to💖 I've been much happier theese past few days, I think this depression spiral is ending🙂💖 thankyou Torean💖 I love you soooooooo much 💖

@jesusredeemedme2425

@Tinywhisper11

(Thank you Jesusredeemedme2425 for tagging me, it is very much appreciated.)

In the aftermath of the hurricane, we build fortifications. At first these are just a simple ditch to hide in and we pull the earth around us, heaping it up and hoping that it will hold at bay the cold lashing rains which bite. Sometimes our walls crumble, and we learn to rebuild them stronger and taller. Each time the wind howls, we feel afraid and so we build higher. Each time we peer over the parapets, we spot shadows in the forest, and so we add more walls to confound whatever might be out there trying to get in. We build turrets and towers to keep aloft of the looming shapes far below, and we lock away the most fragile parts of us in hidden vaults with impregnable doors. In time, even we do not go to those vaults, because opening them means that for a brief moment, the outside has a chance to breach our defences, and that seems a risk to great to take. So our vaults turn to oubliettes, and our walls grow entrenched. Timbers petrify to stone, and our walls become dizzying mazes.

We look out from our fortresses and we see the palaces, tree-mansions, floating islands, and cloud citadels gleaming resplendent in the morning sun, and we wonder why our fortification is not like theirs. They seem so far away, and they glow so brightly that we start to feel that they will not believe us when we mention the shadows in the woods or the howls we hear at night. Or that they will not understand when we try to explain why the fragile things are kept locked up safe, or that they might even try to open those doors we are frightened should not be opened. So we just look from our battlements and when we see them from a distance, we wave and smile. 

With time we may feel that we must stay in our fort. No teeth have found us whilst we stand behind the walls. But whilst they block out the fearsome phantoms of expectation, so too do they prevent us from experiencing the outside fully. We can admire the gardens and meadows far below, but we cannot feel the grass beneath our feet. We are shielded from the biting cold behind our walls, but likewise the warm breezes do not reach us. 

Sometimes though there is a call from across the moat, and someone seeks to meet us. There is a drawbridge, portcullis and then an iron-bound barred door between us and them. It is no easy feat to raise these impediments, and sometimes they have been in place so long that the winches are rusted and the frames swollen and stuck tight. Yet determination can cause even the stiffest lever to move with effort, and we get to see that there is more to the outside than what we dread might be lurking out there.

And sometimes no-one comes, or if they do come, they walk right by but do not see us behind our many layers of defences, and thus pass onwards. We tell ourselves that the dull ache we feel when this happens is a small price to pay for feeling safe, but that ache can grow until it becomes unbearable, and all we have is our own voice bouncing off in echo inside our own labyrinth.

Maybe it takes a truly brave soul to stand up behind their crenelations and call out loudly that all is not well behind the buttresses and palisades. But when they do, they will find that those distant castles and mansions and citadels will throw open their doors and riders will come forth. Soon enough they will find there are companions ready to stand with them when they look out into dark and brace beside them when the weather turns inclement. Perhaps they might also find that some of those companion's domiciles that seemed so radiant and flawless from a distance, were built for no greater reason than their own, and they too had stayed locked away from anxiety over what might be. 

A walls purpose can shift from keeping things out to keeping things in, and sometimes when all we have to look at is those very bricks and stones, we cannot see that change as it steals over us. 

So if you look out across the valleys and hills, see that we are all waving back. We hear your trumpet fanfare and our gates are opened. Tiny is one of the bravest personages I have encountered. I am confident that many of those who call you friend appreciate just how much it takes to clamber up to the top of the wall and call out. So your posts are both badges of honour and a rallying call. If you need us, we shall ride.

@jesusredeemedme2425 🙁 I will pray for them 💖 the world can be a cruel place 😥 I'm glad they were rescued. Let me know how the woman in your book gets on with life💖