E.T. JENNINGS
“Omnist lens. Writer’s hand. Artist’s heart.”
“If all you’ve ever seen is red, how would you recognize a red flag?”
That question has stayed with me. Because for much of my life, red wasn’t a warning; it was the atmosphere I breathed. My father died when I was six. My mother, being a survivor of underage sexual assault, carried wounds of her own. And from the tender age of five, I endured ongoing sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. Survival was my only language. I adapted. I masked. I people-pleased. What it left me with was C-PTSD, a body wired for vigilance, and a soul still searching for air. For years, I couldn’t tell where my wounds ended and the world began.
Running was my first escape. Track and field gave me identity, structure, discipline, and fleeting relief….
What if the need to be liked is the very thing keeping you from your power?
If you’ve ever been afraid of being disliked, if you’ve dimmed your truth to avoid discomfort, if you’ve kept the peace at the cost of your own, you are not alone.
With diary entries, spiritual insight, and powerful invitations to self-inquiry, this book speaks to survivors, empaths, shapeshifters, and highly sensitive introverts.
