“Please G-D make me a bird so I can fly far, far away/ Please G-D make me a bird so I can…”
Has anyone else recited this to themselves as a child when shielding themselves from domestic turmoil or chaos? It, unfortunately, came back to me tonight as a mantra (hopefully short-lived, my ex-husband is leaving the house) when there was a temper flare. It’s from Forrest Gump.
I found myself, in my thirties, suddenly repeating this and it brought me back to a dark place. If you know, you know. I hope you don’t. Am I the only one who used this quote as a coping mechanism, replete with fingers in the ears? I am sure others have/had other blockage/dissociated techniques. Feel free to share those here, too (but only if you want to, of course).
It’s always perplexing to me how universal our experiences tend to be (re: child abuse, et.), despite feeling isolated and so singular at the time.