When was the last time I felt ready to throw in the proverbial towel? When was the last time I had enough? Honestly, it actually happened pretty regularly for a long time. For way too long. First I felt strong and I thought I knew that if I face this person again or talk to this person I would be fine. But then during the encounter I suddenly realized that I started giving in. That the wall around me started crumbling. I found myself back in an old pattern. It hit me. It hit me hard. I felt bad. They managed to make me feel bad. Not only sad, but bad about myself, about my life, about decisions I’ve made. They managed to make me question myself. They managed to mess with my mind.
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