A couple of days ago, Luna shared with me a Tumblr post about ceiling stars that were painted over. The posts were beautiful but also it unlocked memory for me I'd buried long ago.
I'd had stars like this on my ceiling. And one day, when I went to bed, the stars were gone. I'd thought they'd fallen at first, but no. They'd been taken down. I was "too old" for them. I needed to "grow up."
I didn't cry over losing the stars. I'd lay there in bed, wanting to cry, but I couldn't. I was just numb at staring at the empty black ceiling, where once there had been stars.
They'd taken the stars from me.
It took me twenty years to cry for what I'd lost. It took finally finding someone who made me feel truly safe to shed the tears I couldn't on that night. I had to find my moon before I could see the stars again.
I have the stars back now.
And no one can take them from me again.
