I think the reason I have hidden and why my wild magic usually only comes out when no one or a youngling is around is because it has not felt safe that I have truly had a partner’s unconditional love.
There has always been some sort of undercurrentsurface censorship requirement of my bubbling jubilation, discomfort at the fact I like embracing pure happiness just for the joy of it, and love was often withheld if I expressed my own voice.
Not that it made a difference if I didn’t speak and stifled my exuberance, because the threat was always there that they would leave me if I were truly myself – bold and dynamically proud.
