Spiraling down into thoughts of me. How they needed me, but the tone of their voice and how they mistreated me? Abusing me? Beating me down and misleading me? Where was I supposed to go? Nowhere but down. Into a spiraling abyss of "You're not skinny". "You're not pretty". "You're not tall". "You're not smart". "You're not even funny". "You're not good enough". "You'll never be enough". I did not deserve the way that people treated me. I didn't deserve all of the heat that I felt in me. The shame and the weight that was placed on me. The negativity that was put in my head. Invading me, always poisoning my thoughts of me. How unfairly you've treated me. Even though you needed me... How could you hurt me when I helped you breath life into your sadly depleted soul? My thoughts of me go straight to where my mothers go. Her life was mine and mine was hers. I could not find my own thoughts of myself separate from hers. What a sad life it could have been for me had I not rose up to set the flame in me. The heart and soul in me burn brighter than the me that you see when you look at me. You're gonna see that I am somebody.
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This is my truth
Non-FictionMy life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she wr...
