stubborn.

I'm stubborn.

Not in the "I'm always right" way.

Worse.

I'm so stubborn I always come back.

Back to the house.
Back to my wife.
Back to my kids.
Back to the body.
Back to what actually happened.
Back to reality.

That's the part people miss.

A lot of people call escape freedom.
They call avoidance healing.
They call fantasy spirituality.
They call being unreachable "growth."

I don't buy it.

If your truth takes you away from reality, it is not truth.
If your healing makes you less responsible, it is not healing.
If your freedom leaves everyone else paying the bill, it is not freedom.

Reality is the return.

1 + 1 = 2.

Your body knows.
Your family knows.
Your house knows.
Your life knows.

You can dress it up with theories, trauma language, religion, philosophy, whatever.

But at the end, the question is simple:

Did you come back?

Or did you just find a prettier way to stay gone?