From one drama to another, that has been the tangled profile dominating my life.
Two parent's needs to be rescued, I the unwilling aid turned victim instead to the victim turned persecutor when needs were unmet. Internalised guilt, always the bad guy, the blame, scapegoated was I.
But neither victim nor persecutor became my identity as it unravelled, nor rescuer but to myself removed from one drama to the other.
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