I watched Billy Elliot last night and something unleashed within me. I started to cry and could not stop. Fully bubbling my face wet and contorted, i watched as Billy let his internal world of anger and confusion metamorphosis into a silent, screaming, running, kicking, jumping, punching flurry of dance.
I identify with Billy.
My response revealed to me that some very deep and damaging conflicts still persist below the level of my consciousness. It's mysterious and constant.
