“children not loved for who they are do not learn how to love themselves. their growth is an exercise in pleasing others, not in expanding through experience. as adults, they must learn to nurture their own lost child. there's personal anger, but underneath there's often universal rage; and when we are possessed, god help the man who's on the end of that. deep rage is not about the man; deep rage is this: nobody ever saw me. nobody ever heard me. as long as i can remember, i've had to perform.” ― marion woodman, coming home to myself with a combination of anger, pain, strength, and the reluctant fortification of our selves, we grow sharp thorns to protect what were once soft parts; we petrify and solidify, becoming heavy, cold and unyielding. don’t touch me, I’ll hurt you first.