I never really dealt with any of who I was, what I did, or what I believed during that season of my life. I don’t mean my childhood, because that’s the stuff that’s easy to untangle, at least comparatively. When it becomes stuff that you actually had a hand in, it becomes muddy. How much of this mess was my doing? How much of the shadow self was my creation? Was this version of me that I’ve left behind inevitable or was she a consequence of my choices?

And truthfully, I might never have dealt with any of this if it weren’t for the events of this week. … More Entering my Villain Arc