Anonymous Vagabond

Welcome travelers.

I am elated that you have decided to embark on this journey with me. I will not sugar-coat to you the difficulties of this quest, as I believe ignoring the fact that we live life in survival mode is a fatal flaw. We are caged by an embassy created with black and white thinking. One that consumes the positive essence of humanity. We together as community can thrive. To do this we must learn that we each are not a mere 2 shades of colour, but grey all around. Like many of you I, for years, have been shackled into conformity. Suppressing an internal chaos that needed to be healed. Desperate to be seen my malignancies began to spread to areas they were unwelcome. Sabotaging relationship after relationship. Watching my own tongue and actions create a magic that set fire to the homes I created amongst my peers. It was phenomenal power and addictive. Rage and fire, all consuming, nothing could touch me. Except myself.
Over time I loathed myself for my mass destruction. I hated the mind I had created, that kept a glass panel between me and others. I could only feel intense highs and lows. Inevitably the lows became all consuming. As the highs diminished the magic that I used was turned inwards. My body rejected itself, the sorcery in my mind too powerful to be contained. I could feel every organ twisting and turning, my mind rejecting my own vision. I was lost in a dream. I didn’t think I could escape the hellfire.
Yet I still tried to love others during my agony. During the time I crushed the devils tongue, that fed my magic, to the deepest depths of soul. Willing to destroy myself for the 1st time in my life for another. I thought I had vanquished her. I thought ignoring her was the answer. Oh no, she found other ways to leach out, to show toxicity, to create the polarity I despised. I was abandoned another bridge burned and judgment cast upon me once more from the people I love.
Through this though, I learned how to change. It was possible even if not perfect. I learned we have the ability to reject the extremes. To do it however is through acceptance that it exists.
Who is Anonymous Vagabond?
She is me. A storyteller, a writer of fantasy. Not quite a blog as every story is fantasy. Yet not a book because every story is different.
Wish to stay?
-Yours Vagabond