whenever i am put in the role of the
i stuff down my crazy
whenever i have to be the rescuer
i hide away my struggles
it feels kind of nice to be free
of the crazy
to feel the calm & control…
but you can’t escape the crazy
it comes back
i touched on this yesterday, my observation of what becomes of me when i am put in a role i am not happy about. it would happen a lot (still does) with my ex-husband when we are parenting together. i have to be the level-headed one.
i don’t like being the level-headed one.
as an empath, when i am forced to care, i shut down.
it can be fun for awhile…then i start dying on the inside.