Isn’t it amazing how with just a single flip of their ever tripping switch we can suddenly forget the near death experience we just had…

Have you ever just wanted the drama and conflict to be over so badly that you would almost go back in time to stop whatever you did to make it erupt into a volcanic annihilation?!

STOP!

If you did not pick out what the problem was in that question, you go and book yourself a therapy session, you do it right now!

Yes! I’m a sucker! Yes I’m still in it! No! I don’t plan on going anywhere! Do you think that’s going to stop me from saving anyone else??

Does anyone out there feel like even though you’ve always known who you really are, and maybe, you even actually kind of liked yourself…you now suddenly pick a mask to don every single day?

The mask choosing is the worst, because each character has been picked apart by the narc and has left you with an array of personalities and every single one of them broken and damaged by their judgmental assassination!

You become the person of many faces, so so many faces, but every single one of them requires some work to arrange well enough so that the shame doesn’t seep out!

This…this is the mask that he may have created, and he may have bruised, but I hid it far away before he could shatter it…the empath!

Wrapped within the sarcasm and bitterness of being the “part time whore” lies someone who is desperate enough to live out her decision, but hopefully, caring enough to at least share the tale and the experience.

You don’t know me and you never will…because I am so far gone from being one person I have created so many identities that mish mash to form one functioning human…but take it from all sides of me…

You cannot heal a soul that no longer exists…and you cannot hate a human without a soul, they don’t deserve it, and honey…neither do you!