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.
Pain Along the Path
Running, like a butterfly
I'm in a place of re-grounding, and I can't keep running my habitual patterns to survive in my world.
Not what we thought
Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape. I'm at an ashram on an island just months after being left for dead by the man I shared my life with.
The realest and deepest (aka blog#1)
First steps on the path of self-discovery, and waking up from almost marrying a narcissistic sociopath.
rachel2point0 
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