It Might Not Be You

I sat in that chair believing I was the problem.

Too emotional.

Too heavy.

Too broken to be loved right.

That’s what they told me—so I carried it like truth.

Until one day he put the pen down.

No notes.

No distance.

Just eyes on mine.

“Listen carefully,” he said.

“You are one of the mostwell-adjusted women I’ve ever met.”

I almost laughed—because how could that be when my life felt like it was falling apart?

Then he said it—

“Your life would be incredible if you removed the people who are hurting you.”

Your mother...your husband...

And just like that—everything split open.

You are not broken.

Not crazy.

Not the problem.

“They are not right about you. Narcissists point fingers and tattle on themselves.”

That sentence found every shattered place in me and whispered—

you can leave.

So I did. Not all at once. Not without pain.

But with truth.

And here’s what I know now—

You cannot heal in the same arms that keep breaking you.

I am not a victim. I am a voice that made it out.

So if you’re sitting there thinking it’s all your fault—

listen carefully.

It might not be you.

-dg