Our Frienemies

There are things that we tell ourselves, be it lies or embellishments, to help get us through what we fear. For me, the lies that I fed myself may have gotten me over the molehill, but left me defenseless to the creatures that lay hidden in the mountains. To get through, I yelled more and more lies to myself for reassurance. As result, I was left shattered, broken, and a fragment of who I once was... a crumb of the person I could have been. However difficult, it was necessary in order for me to see the truth. Those lies were not comfort, they were not my friends... they were my enemies