Apropos of nothing specific, just on my mind
How much nicer would the world be
How much needless hurt and resentment gone
If only humans would rediscover the lost art of personal responsibility
The simple fact of owning that you did something wrong
instead of blaming the bus, the fax machine, the dude next door
Just say, “I messed up and I’m sorry”, “It was my mistake and I apologize”
8 July 2017
I don’t think it’s too much to ask
To be someone’s priority
I won’t put my life on hold
To be an afterthought
30 May 2017
It’s not you, it’s me… Again. Again, I’m so far behind that I think I’m first, and the only remedy that works for me is ‘delete all’ from the Inbox. I’m sorry to be missing your posts but I just can’t keep up anymore.
It’s spring, I’m a little manic panic and downsizing again for sanity and ADD/OCD’s sake. Some of you will notice that I’m no longer on Twitter or Google+ and I feel better already. Streamlining my social media to manageable and rewarding has been on my ‘to do’ list for a while – it’s simply too frantic-making for an Introvert like me, not to mention a chore with little return.
I’ll be around here, just letting you know about the other two sites. Have a wonderful week!
20 March 2016
Trying to write the piece I mentioned last week is harder than I thought.
There have been many days, weeks, months that I never think of Peter or what those two and some years with him were. Unfortunately, writing something hopeful and perhaps even inspiring for people involved with Narcissists or just beginning the process of leaving means that I have to go back and visit that time.
Those panicky, terrified feelings creep back as I remember and there was so much… the mind boggles at the hugeness of the deception. I still can’t fathom it – the why of it.
It didn’t die with him either. I can only hope that those who read the book when it’s out, will find some comfort in knowing they aren’t alone. That’s the worst of it. Feeling alone, barely understanding what’s happened and being judged by others who know nothing about narcissists, sociopaths or pathological liars.
I hope this disruption in my well-being will be worthwhile. That what I have achieved helps someone to break free and move on. Knowing it won’t be easy, knowing there’ll be extremely difficult times but being assured that it’s worth it.
One’s self-esteem, value as a human being and right to live free of this abuse is worth every bit of the struggle.
26 November 2015
If patience is a virtue… I’m up for sainthood!
This is perfect. Electrifying. Tried and true
We were then, we’re teetering in the now
Life is short. Let’s just do this thing
3 September 2015
Is like moving mountains
Creating life, love, sanity, shelter anew
The hardest part for me
Is watching friends I’ve known my entire life
My haven, joy, support and champions
Those who were the foundation of my life
Walk away from me without a backward glance
As if I were no more important to them
Than a gas station clerk on the highway of their life
18 August 2015
I’ve been trained to not reach for happiness
Always dancing just beyond my reach
I’ll be sitting here quietly
I’m tired of the chase
Happiness can come to me
7 August 2015