In the epoch of my existence, I travel home in search of conscious healing.
The road is long, and I am unsure if I am moving forward or back.
The world is standing still and yet flying by.
I yearn to understand the otherness of myself and how it differs from the otherness of my surroundings. This place is unfamiliar in its familiarity and yet I cannot find it in myself to be frightened.
I know I have friends in this otherness.
They will bring me to betterment and help this unfamiliar familiarity to settle upon my bones like a second skin.
Each part of them becomes a part of me and I learn in this epoch.
I travel towards this heterotopia and find myself in the warmth of domesticity with an awareness unlike one I’ve known before.
I can find myself as I find the others.
They help me know who I am.
They help me begin to heal.
I have found my home amongst the intense, the incompatible, the contradictory.
A mirror has been held to my face, a reflection I no longer recognize from a world I once knew.
I upset what is outside.
I cannot bring myself to care.
I am home.
Text by Kristen Donoghue-Stanford