Mad As Hell
Woke up from a nap yesterday and had a long talk to myself. (I know sounds crazy and maybe I am). But I am just DONE with dragging this mess around. Nope I can't remember it all. I now know it's a blessing. I can't change it but I can change me. At 53 I've still got some life in me and-quoting the movie- I'm mad as hell and I'm not taking this anymore. So, I'll keep working on me for today. The people who abused me can't touch me anymore. I may not be able to entirely eject them from my dreams and memories, but I am sure not asking them in. THEY did this TO me. It wasn't my fault then and it isn't now.
My psyche may be a bag of shattered pieces but they belong to me. And I'm done sharing.
My psyche may be a bag of shattered pieces but they belong to me. And I'm done sharing.