December 21, 2017 #Dear2017 , #Ipretended he hadn't broken me. I was a healer, a gift I knew I had. A continual urge to fix people, fix their circumstances, be the answer. I pretended with each strike of this narcissist that I was utterly and completely broken until one night last year. I didn't want my life. If it was going to be these constant reopening of wounds, I didn't want it. The Creator could have it back because frankly what I had been doin wasn't living anyway. I had simply been existing, absorbing each blow to psyche and bandaging the wounds with insufficient scotch tape and paper towels. He had BROKEN the healer with purpose and intent and accurate venomous attacks. Manually and calculatedly tried to dismantle my life when I was no longer of utility to him. But I pretended he hadn't broken me. I soldier through until I just collapsed. 2017, you brought the pretending to an end. You brought the realization that I needed to heal me. I was the one this time who required loving salve and gentle care. You brought to my attention that my unforgiveness towards myself only reopened old wounds. 2017, I've stop pretending and started healing and rebuilding. Healers need healing, too. Solemnly, #DanielleElizabeth
