Claire Wortley

It's there, bubbling away just beneath the surface. It's fuelled by pain, frustration and fear. Why shoud I be quiet? Why should I accept that I am not seen? Why shouldn't I speak up, shout out and demand to be heard? Because if I set it free all hell would break loose!

Where do I fit in? Where is my 'home?' Why do I feel displaced so easily? Where are the people who are like me? Who 'get' me? Will I spend my entire life questioning where I belong? Why can't I be like other people and fit in easily? Why have I spent my entire life with a void I didn't understand until I experienced grief? Recognising this lifelong companion of sadness and loss doesn't make it any easier. Something was broken, torn apart and I don't know what it feels like not to have...

I am in a room full of other professional people who are discussing various work issues and situations. Everyone else seems to have valid questions and points to make. I am enjoying the flow of the conversation and watching how each person expresses themelves and then, all of a sudden, it happens!