He Sees Me

I have always been afraid of God truly seeing me. I have viewed myself as being so broken in spirit to where all I felt was shame over it. I’ve been embarrassed for God to see how broken I am; for God to see me in the way that I saw myself. I figured the

These Fears…

I have this problem. I feel responsible for the man who abused me. It’s like the weirdest parental role in existence; being the “parent” of a narcissist for whom I have to make sure everyone sees him for who he really is, and to make sure he never harms another person EVER…well, perhaps it’s more