Fearless
Fearless
When I was deep in the throes of terror with the narcopath, I was fearless.
I was in such intense pain from his abuse and neglect, that I thought, "Shoot. I don't care what happens to me. Nothing can hurt me as much as I am hurting now. I fear nothing."
I wasn't reckless, but I had no fear of doing things like walking my dog in the dark or going places alone.
I was thinking that a fearless heart was going to be one of the few good things that came from my involvement with the freak.
However, last night when I went to pick up my bike in a semi-dark location, I felt afraid. I live in a pretty safe town, so there was no real reason to feel afraid. My heart raced and I was a panicky about my safety. Pissed me off.
I'm mad that I don't get to keep that gift of being fearless. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
That said, it is probably another sign that I am returning to normalcy and that's a good thing, right?
Adoette great post! Wow what
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I agree, adoette...
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