No wonder she was exhausted and her adrenals were blownout flat. No wonder she would sometimes respond automatically to negativity toward her in a ptsd-type reaction.
When positivity continually meets resistence from other minds, hearts, and spirits firmly bent upon recreating levels of hell she had already come through, messaging over time sinks in to breed thoughts like “she’s the one who’s crazy.”
No wonder she would drop “friends” in an instant if their behaviors or beliefs trended back toward that direction.
No wonder that she preferred the solitude of her own company as she worked to unravel internal tangles, over the company of those people outwardly distracting and entertaining.
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