In the right head space, I have clarity, and with that clarity I have much more access to the authentic part of me, my spirit.
You would never know, if you knew me in person, just how down on myself I am. But all of these parts of my essence I’ve compiled are completely true, and I believe it to be so. I’ve heard them myself from others. Others that love, others that tell the truth.
What I have been called by spiritually bankrupt narcissists are outright lies; they have only tried to project onto me their bad qualities. They have gaslit me. To gaslight someone is to manipulate them by psychological means into questioning their own sanity. It is very traumatic and destabilizing.
I endured an experience with a narcissist last night and I am still recovering. I will write much more about my experience as an empath in a separate post.
I am Carrie.
I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder but I am also:
An old soul
An animal lover
A hopeless romantic
A free spirit