ethereal~minx
challenge to your balance
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2002
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I agree there's a question here. it's difficult to pin down.
I want to believe what I believe, that I am responsible for me. that I'm the only one.
when I think about the last two years, I sometimes feel sick to my stomach. I entertain thoughts that I was cruely handled, intentionally, manipulated, maliciously, vicously and all right under my nose. I was told on two ocassions "you are very vulnerable right now..." with a concerned yet questioning me look...
I wanted to believe damnit, I wanted to believe in all the feelings he was allowing me to feel. He knew who I was, he knew my "innocence" my vulnerability, my searching.. you know? He knew he was using my mind against me, or using it anyway. He knew I was putty in his hands.. He knew what he was doing. yeah. so.
*deep breath* so while my mind was seemingly not my own, ultimately it was my responsibility. He made a nice trail of real life tangible evidence that should anything ever happen, he'd be vindicated and I'd be just plain crazy.
I don't know if it's true. there's sadness when I think this way. & pain. I didn't lose my mind, it's not gone forever, he let me have it back and I did learn that people are self-serving (I didn't say out to get you) and the only person caring about you, the only person responsible for you, is you.
I want to believe what I believe, that I am responsible for me. that I'm the only one.
when I think about the last two years, I sometimes feel sick to my stomach. I entertain thoughts that I was cruely handled, intentionally, manipulated, maliciously, vicously and all right under my nose. I was told on two ocassions "you are very vulnerable right now..." with a concerned yet questioning me look...
I wanted to believe damnit, I wanted to believe in all the feelings he was allowing me to feel. He knew who I was, he knew my "innocence" my vulnerability, my searching.. you know? He knew he was using my mind against me, or using it anyway. He knew I was putty in his hands.. He knew what he was doing. yeah. so.
*deep breath* so while my mind was seemingly not my own, ultimately it was my responsibility. He made a nice trail of real life tangible evidence that should anything ever happen, he'd be vindicated and I'd be just plain crazy.
I don't know if it's true. there's sadness when I think this way. & pain. I didn't lose my mind, it's not gone forever, he let me have it back and I did learn that people are self-serving (I didn't say out to get you) and the only person caring about you, the only person responsible for you, is you.