One of my alters is pulling away. My life and how it functions is untenable to who she is and what she needs.
I love her, so much. So do a few other people in my life, those she has trusted enough to let in.
I don’t know what will happen now. I’m afraid. Not in the panicked, despairing way that she is. But in the regretful, pained way that someone releases a bird into the wild.
As was said much better in The Shawshank Redemption, some birds just aren’t meant to be caged.
I wish I had better answers. For now, just sadness.
Paige, do not go gentle into that good night.
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