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Invalid.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jan 23, 2021
  • 1 min read

I am done being called crazy.


Finished.


Terminated.


Concluded.


I am done with being told that my feelings are unjust, and invalidated, by being told I am crazy.


I am cancelling the idea of being told I am irrational.


I am over being called nuts.


Fucking crazy.


I am done, you know why?


Because I am not.


I am in fact, totally sane.


I just need to keep reminding myself. I can't let myself forget, my feelings, emotions and thoughts are valid, not demented and psychotic


I am finished with the 'whatevers', totally over the 'you have no clue what you are talking abouts.'


I am exhausted with the dismissals, and hearing I am overreacting.


I am done being minimized, and being told to let it go.


I have had enough eye rolls and exasperated sighs to last a lifetime.


My feelings matter. My emotions are valid. I am speaking my truth. I am not unhinged.


What I have come to realize is that, I am just saying things that don't want to be heard.


I am confronting a wrong that doesn't want to be acknowledged.


I am speaking a truth that wants to be unsung.


I am confronting a wrong that doesn't want to be rectified.


And in turn I am being told I am not right. I am crazy.


But I am not.


What I have been subjected to is traumatic invalidation.


I will be heard.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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