"My real enemies were their voices in my head, the imagined versions of them that occupied the offices of my brain and made sure every little thing I wanted to do went through them first."
It took me a year-plus of therapy to finally figure this out between me and my deceased mother. Glad to see this sentiment again here!
This is poetry: Pain likes to propagate itself at your expense. It’s not enough for it to burn you up on the inside. It wants you to open your mouth and let it loose on someone else. I’ve never met a cruel person who was content with themselves. It’s all misery, seeking company.
Damn. Every time I read one of your responses I'm simply blown away by your insight. I see so much of myself in this post and need to keep doing the hard work of disinviting my negative voice. Thank you again for sharing your wisdom and compassion.
"My real enemies were their voices in my head, the imagined versions of them that occupied the offices of my brain and made sure every little thing I wanted to do went through them first."
It took me a year-plus of therapy to finally figure this out between me and my deceased mother. Glad to see this sentiment again here!
This made me tear up. Thank you
This is poetry: Pain likes to propagate itself at your expense. It’s not enough for it to burn you up on the inside. It wants you to open your mouth and let it loose on someone else. I’ve never met a cruel person who was content with themselves. It’s all misery, seeking company.
you write the most wonderful things, all the time. thank you for your words.
Damn. Every time I read one of your responses I'm simply blown away by your insight. I see so much of myself in this post and need to keep doing the hard work of disinviting my negative voice. Thank you again for sharing your wisdom and compassion.
I love twister