WILL THE REAL ME PLEASE STAND UP?
These dolls were made when I was particularly desolate.
I felt disconnected from my self; from my dreams; from my known life.
I struggled to see a path forward.
I struggled to express emotion.
I struggled to see, acknowledge and honour my own goodness.
I struggled to receive the friendship and ministry of others.
The dolls are made of calico, with a small addition of a patterned fabric.
This patterned presence began as a gusset down one side,
and increased with each doll,
as my renewed self began to emerge.
I felt disconnected from my self; from my dreams; from my known life.
I struggled to see a path forward.
I struggled to express emotion.
I struggled to see, acknowledge and honour my own goodness.
I struggled to receive the friendship and ministry of others.
The dolls are made of calico, with a small addition of a patterned fabric.
This patterned presence began as a gusset down one side,
and increased with each doll,
as my renewed self began to emerge.
WHY DO YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I DO NOT LOVE MYSELF?
WHY CAN'T I SEE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SEE IN ME?
Am I blind to my own goodness? Why?
WILL I CHOOSE THE KEY TO FREEDOM
OR REMAIN PADLOCKED IN MY OWN FEAR?
Do I choose to live in the past or participate in a new path?
WHY CAN'T I BE ANGRY?
Why do I seem to sabotage myself?
Why am I so bitter and twisted?
WILL THE REAL ME PLEASE STAND UP?
When will I become who I really am?
