The gawkiness of childhood left behind often generated a ‘Was that really me?’ feeling. She blamed the lack of sophisticated parents and a nurturing environment for it.
The question she asked herself with embarrassment, was soon replaced with a “Is that really me?” It was again the environment -the psychopath boss and toxicity of a mismatched marriage all taking its toll. Somehow, she could not place the blame at another’s doorstep now.
It was the wrong decisions she had taken. Failure to build a financial safety nest compelled her to stay in the job and marriage. She had convinced herself that there was no way out. Thoughts of afterlife and reincarnation fascinated her. She would find peace somewhere, sometime….
She looked into the mirror to tell herself, as she swallowed the bottle of sleeping pills…
You will love again the stranger who was yourself