THE SPLIT

On the terror of being loved all the way home

Confession: I have a terror, that I feel to name. It is not the terror of being found out.

It lives closer to something like: being truly seen — not in my strength, not in my becoming, but in the place where I have not yet been able to become. The gap between who I am in the world and who I have reverted to, behind closed doors.

I have been thinking abo…