Invisible – May 2019 Reblog # 27

I remember her, that girl that wanted to disappear. She didn’t want anyone to notice her. She didn’t want to engage conversation with anyone. She most certainly did not want to make eye contact with anyone. What did she want? She wanted to be looked over, passed up, forgotten. She did not believe she was worthy to be loved. She wanted to be invisible.

How do I know all of these things about “her”? You see, that she … was me.

Ten years ago I was sixty-three pounds heavier. I had battled divorce, a near fatal car crash, PTSD, a child with a TBI and PTSD, depression, anxiety, the death of my mother, and the obvious result… sadness, loneliness, and the most obvious weight gain. I survived on diet soda and breath mints. When I did eat it was all the wrong stuff and way too much at one…