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Grateful to Inherit Miserly People-Pleasing Manipulation Tactics of Covert Narcissism
Seriously grateful (let me say more)(Hallelujah Anyways)
Grateful for the puzzle of life. Grateful I know my soul is a crazy fuck who stood on the edge of existence before leaping into this body while my guides and guardians listed the insane karma needing transmutation and I was like LET ME IN COACH. Grateful to feel the spirit alive in me of a wild six year old on the soccer field who doesn’t really know the rules but is so fucking ready to play. Grateful no matter how hard I tried to be appropriate I was always a perfect scapegoat. Grateful for all the fingerpointing this way and that. Grateful for the sheer volume of shame and the way it’s suffocation is a lot like a weighted blanket tucking you in for an actual sleep. Grateful for the dreaming that shows me what I am afraid of. Grateful to scream in my dreams at people I’ve never raised my voice to. Grateful for the banshee cries I’ve emitted at my mother hollering helps and how are yous continuously casually chaotic in the territory of severe emotional constipation. Grateful for the youtube advertisement that comes on regularly for me about a woman whose mother had to have surgery to remove twenty literal pounds of shit from her colon. Grateful for direct metaphors. Grateful people evading themselves never…
