Running as a metaphor

I go out for a run. It is a holiday and I am aware that there are fewer cars on the road. Yet I keep in my place. At some point I realize that I could take the lane. Still, something keeps me on the line. When a car does come toward me I realize I am not safe. I have little right to be here.That car could be someone who is unable to see me for some reason. Or they could be angry at the world, and I am in the way. I must cede to my line for my own safety. Even on my line, am I safe? Do I have a right to this space? What part do I have a right to feel safe in?

About cherithh

I am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. I have been working with people suffering from the effects of trauma for the past 9 years and I love to help people overcome their past and build a new life. This blog is a place to log in some of the reflections and tools that come about from my practice and my own life.
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