I'm supposedly an answer to a pray of a mother who was not supposed to be able to have a child. Well. Here I am 50+ years and wondering why.

I'm so very tired of thinking about the "why" and working through the fragments of the result.

There truly must be a purpose of me being here and what I've experienced, and am still experiencing because of of my conditioned past.

I don't know.

I really have never felt like I have ever belonged here. I'm a passenger. Maybe a wanderer sounds and feels better.

I so long to feel safety.