She had tried several times to take that one decisive step across the threshold. Once or twice now she had dipped her toe into the darkness beyond it and had thought it was good, there was a world of possibility there.
But always there appeared roadblocks to her progress.
She concluded it was hard to negotiate the past, to forgo the old default positions where she found herself falling in so readily. Not that they solved anything, it was more they felt familiar, safe and she liked to feel safe even when it worked to her detriment.
The problem as she saw it was the threshold was something she wanted to overcome because beyond it was what she wanted. On the other side was a world she’d never known a world of adventure, of love and affection and those were qualities she was determined to discover for herself.
It seemed that on every occasion she stepped towards the opening there arose a reason to step back.
Right now she was feeling feverishly unwell. She had lain on her bed all day in between rushing to the bathroom. She felt, as her best friend would say, like death warmed up.
She had to get well she decided, what good was she to herself let alone anyone else if she was unhealthy, unwell, unhappy.
So without ever losing sight of the door to the future she set about making herself well. She discarded everything that she felt contributed to her present situation, put on hold the factors that influenced her every day and set about doing for herself. That meant a whole new mindset for she was a person beset with guilt should she feel she ever put herself before others. But desperate times called for desperate measures and those measures would lead her to understand herself better and when the time came she would feel confident, not hesitant about stepping over the threshold and into a life she deep inside craved.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2016/08/04/thursday-photo-prompt-liminal-writephoto/
Morpethroad 
I wish her speedy recovery, to reach the point she makes that confident step across the threshold into the world she craves and deserves.
A wonderful tale about the liminal and the boundless.
Thank you so much…
I was drawn in immediately , as ‘a darkened house ‘ say let’s hope she recovers soon and makes her leap of faith. Excellent story.
Thank you so much, I’m hoping she does too.
Fingers crossed then!
Excellent, Michael…and pertinent to many. Thank you.
My pleasure Sue, have a good weekend.
You too, Michael
I liked the story. Her realizing she had to better before she could cross the threshold, being the best self she could be and healthy. Nice write Michael.
Thanks so much Mandi glad you found it so..
Enjoyed the tension of wanting to move forward and not being able to…yet. A state I believe all of us have known or will come to know, so familiar this human condition. Nicely done.
Thank you Janni we all want good health to do what our heart tells us. Thank you too for the follow. Call by any time.
Oh, wow, what an awesome write! You’ve just totally captured the feelings, of being caught, being held fast, of wanting to make the choice, but unable, fear guilt all so heady – and the sickness of it all – the weight literally unbearable …. until finally …. finally …. the choice, the awareness, the absolutely need …. Really loved this – and such a wonderful piece that works with this intriguing and stunning image Michael 🙂
Thanks Pat it was a challenging image and word to deal with so thanks for your supportive comment.
..relatable, well written my friend.
Thanks Jen….hope you’ve had a good weekend..
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You describe the agoraphobic to a T Michael. Well done. Beautifully written piece about the human condition. Should this be real I hope she will have recovery that takes her forth into the exciting unknown.
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Thank you so much David, sometimes these journeys can be long and arduous but I believe in her and her journey.
Should it be needed I’m living proof it can be overcome even if just by degrees. The world is still scary but in someone’s company I can face it.
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