I had become complacent

“I had become complacent. Manipulating relationships was my sole means of survival.”

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my story grew heftier

“my story grew heftier, full of confusion and grief. It became second nature for me to practice and recite my lines for my dramatic sob story. My fishbowl was filled with murky water and I had become so accustomed to it that my clarity was absolutely distorted.”

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And so became the birth of my story,…

“By this time, my relationship with my mother masked over my anguish of what I thought was a lack of a childhood. This turned into a drive to forget and to make excuses for my own actions. And so became the birth of my story, my evolution of my excuses…

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Busyness as an avoidance

Busyness feeds our mind chatter stunting our spiritual growth. The busier we are, the more we feed our numbness to face our feelings. In the past, I have dealt with stress by drowning myself with work. This has never saved me from pain. The only way I have ever  been able…

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