I refused to remain in a space where I am living in my shame. I had to begin forgiving me.
Dear You, The manipulation you possess.... Oh you must be proud. You must look in the mirror and feel so empowered by the way you crush others. Deceit thy middle name. Oh, you know what you do. Skilled indeed, as you consistently deceive with no regard. On a pedestal you sat, moving us like chess … Continue reading Dear You