Fairy tales breed weak girls

WEAK GIRLS RIP
Come before the clock strikes midnight 

Walk the path quietly, and I swear I’ll never say you left 

You open the door in relief 

it was just a bad dream my darling and 

your mask is hanging right in the closet 

fine white silk and the prettiest feather.

We both know only my love could stitch it back together 

I can you see you smiling and whispering you’ll wear it forever .. forever..  

and I wake to memories that keep me cold they slow time letting me ignore the ache of empty space but I know it can’t preserve my heart forever. I hear your voice tell me

“baby, u and me were meant to always be together” 

it makes me hold tight to our love song 

and I try to remain strong but so much of us has gone and the longer you take, my love 

the more they fade and melt away as pieces of my soul begin to break apart 

I can feel the burn and the 

heat of the flames causes me think maybe I’m going insane. This creeping darkness lingers as anxiety and panic sets in And flows into me from the world outside 

to my mouth and my nose transported and converted absorbed as a feeling I’ve never felt before and as Long as it took to become composed in that same moment 

it was already too late because 

 in that second I knew it was intense dread replacing my blood from my head in my veins and I Can’t fight gravity

As it flows down to My right ventricle and it bleeds in and out 

i scream begging to rest from the crippling pain in my chest radiating to my arms and my legs I begin to shake at the same time trying to catch my breath

The only thing that keeps me alive is denying death so i breathe as deep as I can inhaling sheer fear which once in my lungs i knew I made a mistake for being a fool pretending im god as though I could change fate and The thick smoke makes me choke in regret I know it’s my own fault 

I cough and tears burn my skin as they fall from my face with each drop it stings my ego and repeats the worthlessness and hurt I’ve bottled through the years caused by your words and how my own self esteem was so low I kept it hidden and refused to protect myself from u stealing my being until nothing was left. 

now it’s clear why I guard my life 

Cause I wont ever be a participant again 

 in my own death.

Transcend Reality & Get A New Lens of Perception Part #1

While critical to human survival, the existence of perception comes at the expense of reality for who fall prey to Narcissistic Abuse. Once reality is lost our perception is void and as such the threat to our survival is immediate and terrifying.

The unbearable shock that all of these years our most deeply held ideas and beliefs about ourselves, others and the world are not true.  An undeniable soul shattering realization that the collective experiences of our entire existence is somehow flawed in interpreting what is and is not a critical threat to our survival.  We are left unable to judge or know what is true anymore or if we ever did. As a result, we lose our defenses. At least when we thought we thought we had defenses we were on the offense, deterring attack with a display of confidence and aggression. Whatever show we can put on that they exist we do, praying no one takes notice. Our interactions only serve to expose our vulnerable state. We begin to isolate, the threat of survival becoming so overwhelming we are in an almost constant paranoid and anxious state.

It is in this darkness each victims suffers in ways only those who have experienced it can empathize with. It is from this darkness we transcend with an external awareness of one truth that is greater than the totality of our life experiences and the suffering we experienced as a result of our shattering loss of reality. We never lost it. Reality exists irrespective of whether its perceived or not, it is how things really are rather than how we understand it through sensory experience. Perception creates our experience of the world and how we respond in it. Reality can only be viewed by an individual through the lens of perception.

Missing sock

i wear two different socks everyday. It’s a quirk of mine. I get ready in about 10 minutes and originally just didn’t care to find matches… They’re socks. People think it’s absurd. The truth is by this point I can’t even find the matches when I want to…I’ve moved so much this year and so many of my socks are gone and I have other people’s socks that I don’t even like. I tend to buy an assortment of different colored socks with different patterns. other people’s socks are boring and/or what they like in terms of design. if I don’t want someone to see I hide my mismatched pair with boots. I used to buy solid color socks so I don’t even know if my sock preference changed or if I stopped thinking about what socks I liked and only bought socks someone else likes because we were bound to mix them up anyway and they complained about losing theirs. 
I am sure if I spent a lot of time and energy I could find one of my missing socks to make a pair…but I don’t even know if I like them to begin with… Would I find happiness in a missing sock ? or would be short lived and shallow? that this up and down will never stop because my sadness/conflict is simply masked for a brief moment in time? 

i was trying to figure out what a design was on a pair of sock’s she was wearing.. and asked and answered my own question (an eagle) when I looked at it at a particular angle. I asked why those socks. They are pretty nice socks. I was impressed she had the socks matched and that one hasn’t gone missing. not like me at all. Her answer was really logical .. And something That never even popped in my head or that I noticed I wasn’t doing that would make my sock dilemma so easy/simple …buy several pairs of the same socks I like.  if one gets lost it doesn’t matter and you’ll never know which socks were the original pair.

 The way I think is never simple or easy and always deep but it allows me to come up with creative solutions and solve complex problems that have been a challenge for many people. the downside to this is sometimes I cannot see/think of such simple, effortless rational that some people are gifted with. it causes my own thoughts pause and reflect in admiration of the insight of a mind which. Shares the same logical foundation as mine, yet is different enough to cause me to think in unfamiliar (but still sensible) ways.. 

I still battle some internal thought conflict related to the cognitive dissonance and new awareness I have been forced to deal with.. And it is beyond exhausting at times.. There is no doubt inside of me that what I find myself drawn to and just one of many reasons why I enjoy/want to be around this person is the hope they give me in being able to find a way in which my brain can find a resolution that I will truly be at peace with… Its simply outside of my normal thought process.. So I can finally choose happiness in an authentic way. 

it’s funny how talking about random things can change what you thought for sure you find most attractive in a mind and the type you would find most meaning conversations with.. but I suppose it’s obvious that what I need and that can relax and calm my mind is a mind like hers.. and I find myself smiling with this curiousness and contentness in how it surprises me..that it makes me forget the complexity of my internal thought conflict and simply enjoy the moment and presence she brings. 

A conversation about socks providing me with such enlightenment about finding happiness may seem strange – obviously it’s not that weird if this meme exists.. but I dont want to waste anymore time on “eventually” or “strange” because I realize my pursuit of happiness is probably like matching a pair of socks that is right in front of my face and so effortless because there are several of the same individual types.  

If she knew I thought this much it would probably turn her over off. I don’t know if she sees that the foundation in which we think is very much the same. I am sure I seem chaotic and too much. I am for many people besides those who think like me. however it comes across, I often don’t think much of what I do “ponder” .. It usually isn’t a big deal or even important or a priority or top interest. it just seems that way because most people would rather get physical shit done or watch tv. I can’t help I find making connections and insight and awareness so breathtaking..but the truth is I only marvel in it for a brief moment .. A childlike awe .. A bright light flickering before burning out. 

but I guarantee no one appreciates her thoughts the way I have because they would not expand the energy required to use a thought process  capable of recognizing and concluded there is something quite beautiful in the way her mind utilizes simple, effortless rational. 

Panic Attack

I can sometimes feel it. Sometimes starting in my throat, sometimes my stomach, sometimes my temples – almost like brain freeze. My mouth opens- the shape of horror and disbelief. my body has this prickly feeling…My eyes widen and bolt back and forth. My voice I can’t find it at first, when I do it comes all at once and quickly. Too quick for anyone to understand what is going on or what I am saying. Confused by my reaction. What did you say ? 

You said no one would want me. 

You said I am crazy. 

You said you told me something or I did something that I didn’t do. 

I think you’re doing something suspicious. You’re trying to take a piece of me, or something of mine. 

You told me I’m overreacting. 

You told me be positive, you told me how to heal. You said I’m obsessing 

I know you love me, they all say they do. This is love .. So you abuse me 

I know you didn’t mean it. But in those moments you triggered the panic. I didn’t know who you were. You narcissist. Now I’ll be more careful around you, if I don’t cut you from my life. you’re everywhere. 

Then I realize it’s the trauma. You’re you. Right ? A sigh of relief, but I am watching you. I can’t trust you. I’m sorry.