Redd Lioness is a story that’s been burning through my mind and soul for years, but for a long time I just couldn’t find the words, her words. Or maybe I just refused to. Something in me was resisting. She hurt at a time when I couldn’t bear to feel her pain, because my own pain, at that time, was too great. But wasn’t this the very thing Alex was doing, hiding from who she truly is because the pain of looking was too great?
I knew Alex was the dark night of my own soul. I knew I could not face the truth at the time. I knew one day I would have to.
Redd Lioness, in many ways, is the facing of my own truth. The baring of my own soul.
