In the monumental task of deconstructing all the strongholds in my life, there's the gaslight.
Gaslighting is a hot topic, because that's happening in the world writ large. But gaslighting has been going on in my own private Idaho much longer than that.
I find myself awake in the middle of the night, ripping out the rot that has settled in my soul, from years--decades, really--of people taking advantage of my better nature.
And then convincing everyone around me that it never happened. And that I was crazy.
This has been an ongoing affair. And up until now, I've been quiet, because, you know, my sanity might get called into question.
Except now the price for my silence is my sanity.
You see my problem.
But, if I cannot speak, I can at least act. Actions speak volumes. I can choose not to engage. Yet, choosing to not engage is not enough. I feel the overwhelming urge to call bullshit.
Will choosing not to engage call bullshit loudly enough?
Time will tell.