Healing has meant peeling back layers of
Abuse
Coping mechanisms
Neglect
Instability
Fear
Anger
Only to reveal….
The one person in your life
Who is to keep you safe and loved,
Has been rewriting YOUR past
In ways that alter
Just enough facts
To have you question your own history,
Identity,
Reality.
My head is left spinning
Not knowing what parts
Of me are not based in reality
But a fabricated story
To make her a bigger, better martyr.
I feel like I don’t know me
Anymore.
I’ve been told
Who I am
How I am
What I do
What I want, like, and need
And equally what I don’t.
I’m going to use this space to find me.
Again?
No.
Further. Deeper. Better.
