After You Shed the Toxic Baggage from Your Life, Oftentimes There Isn’t Anyone Else Left
When Dumping the Toxicity Means Losing All You Had
The fear of the unknown is far more terrifying than the devil you know.
But what do you do when that devil is your mother, father, brother, sister, frenemy, partner and work colleague?
That’s the day I went to bed with everything, and woke up to realise that I had nothing all along.
Was my whole life a lie? And who are these people underneath it all?
Then there’s that familiar feeling, like my world is collapsing and the ceiling is caving in because for the first time, I realise that I don’t know.
I never did, because we see the people we love as we wish them to be, not as who they really are.
There’s no agony like the dawning realization that the people you have loved for years or even decades never loved you in return.
That truly is what it means to die the death of a thousand cuts.
It’s easier to think or even hope that there’s a small part of them that really cared once. Even if it isn’t true.
It’s easier than coming to terms with the reality that you have poured into a compulsive…
