Dallas Bragg describes a dangerous, attention-seeking part of himself that still emerges during boredom, travel, and social comparison. He's learned to hear this addictive voice without letting it take over, responding to its pain instead of fighting or feeding it.
I need to make a confession. This man still exists inside me. He likes to be dangerous. He likes attention. He likes to feel like a part of a tribe. And as much as I've healed and I've grown over these past years, I've learned that he is a shadow of who I am now. But I cannot deny that he still exists. He shows up when I'm bored, when I'm traveling in a hotel, when I get blocked or ghosted, when I compare myself to the in-crowd. He's there to tell me that once all of those feelings went up in a puff of smoke, and they can again. What I've come to accept is that I can allow him to be a part of me without taking over me. I can hear his cry for soothing, without coming to his rescue. I can feel his pain without rushing to find a Band-Aid. And that is my
