King, ArthurThere’s a reason your name is Arthur King. Your name wasn’t picked by accident and neither were you.
I have learned that each word has an intrinsic meaning deeper than our ability to comprehend, and names are the same way. They carry your destiny and are like a compass pointing your life in a particular direction. Your dad thought you and your name were a joke, but you’re not. You’re royalty. Your name tells you so!
You are more than your fear of spiders and your instinct to retreat in the face of danger. You are so much more than quickened pulses and trepidation and labored breathing. You are a lionheart inside of your shuddering shell. You will fight more wars within yourself than you ever will in the physical, and through each trial of mental anguish and internal conflict you will find strength you didn’t know you had.
I know you’ve been nursed on poisonous lies about yourself from infancy, but your body is a warrior and at your core you know how