Vulnerability. Low confidence. Weak self-esteem. How do we get there? What forces, experiences, and stories have we taken in - processed with tailor-made interpretations and a conclusion that we are less than....not worth...undeserving of...not up to...not not not...? Do you ever feel in your gut that something is off, but it's easier to ignore than... Continue Reading →
Gravity was the heaviest it had ever been, and my stomach was glued to the floor. There was no final conversation, no sad goodbye, no gave-it-our-best-shot chat, no mutual agreement to part and move on, no arrangements made, no inkling whatsoever.
Certainly, you reminded them that I was the unstable one, the unhinged woman who should have been perfectly hinged after you coldly withdrew yourself in a blink. You were the victim, as you always have been, I’m simply another woman who wronged you..
You always think it’s going to be someone else. The woman with the black eye - how did she let it get that way? Why didn’t she walk away? That couldn’t be me.
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