Everyone is out here fixing up the outside, but the inside is what needs repair. What more is there to say? I mean, it’s true, isn’t it? Make up, fake hair, tummy tucks, girdles, etc. Even for Halloween, many dressed up into costumes and wore masks to portray someone else for the night. Masks allow us to cover our outer appearances, but so many of us need a remake of our inner selves.
Today, I am hurting. Today, I am WEAK. Today, I am emotionally bruised. After such a great past month, I have been having a horrible past three days, and each day snowballs. I could see it unfolding. I knew why, and I could feel it. Mentally and physically, each day the pain worsened. Today, I have crashed after it revealed itself. It’s a blessing and a curse; being able to see things before they happen yet being powerless to stop them…frustrating to say the least. Always having the answer; yet they want the credit. Never saying “you were right”, or ” I am sorry”. Good VS EVIL, the EMPATH VS the NARC.
Though difficult, I use my story to save others. I bare my soul unmasked…allowing my vulnerabilities to keep my mind open to reason…FOCUSED…Never biased, always open to advice. True to myself…UNAPOLOGETIC… My transparency always allows me to be vulnerable. I am open to advice and reason. The NARC…Never. Never transparent; showing only the side they choose to show. Always blaming…NEVER REASONING. Good VS Evil, the EMPATH VS the NARC. Though difficult, I am unmasked…vulnerable. I am transparent in order to open my heart in …in order to give and receive love.
The damage already done… every conversation is like a battle that must be won. I see both sides, empathizing with everyone involved, they see only their side. I’m always blamed, and nothing gets resolved. Always sacrificing; yet where is the sacrifice for me? I’m tired and worn. I refuse to let them steal my peace. The time has come. Yes, I think it’s now. I really don’t want to play the game anymore. I’m thinking ...waiting...wondering if the time that i have been dreaming about has surely come. Should I keep fighting like an empath or let the NARC force me to just take my final bow?
Why does love, have to be a fight? Love for family, love for children, love for couples too. We are to love our neighbors and so-called friends, but they only PRETEND to love you too. We should not have to disagree about why I, as an empath, feel so deeply and why narcs, not so much. The world is going to Hell. It’s like Good VS Evil and Empath VS NARC; there is no sensitivity and so much hate…We, as a society have simply lost touch.
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