I joined a group online a few years ago. A support group for empaths dealing with the aftermath of narcissism. It took until today for me to realize this is not a group I should belong to. Not because I’m not an empath. I am. Not because I don’t deal with the aftermath of narcissism. I do. But because I want to get out of the goddamn swamp. Nearly all the content are people lamenting...
It is safe and accurate to say that I am a “worst case scenario” kind of person. My brain is a dick. It can take any situation and make it cosmically horrible. I don’t really have much defense against the situation, it’s easier to just roll with it. Mostly, this happens when I’m sitting alone on my front porch or in the shower. As soon as I get some peace and quiet...
Sorry, I missed you guys last week, but there was this thing looming. Something I’ve been fretting over for years now and I was distracted.
I’m sure I’m not the only one breathing a huge sigh of relief. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has recently taken the deepest breath they’ve taken in four years.