This is how it starts. Where it leads depends on many things, but this is how it starts. Kind-hearted people have their totally normal sense of reality eroded until other abuses creep in and create more trauma.
The topsy turvy world the victim/survivor lives in due to the gas-lighting is such an integral part of the trauma bond. When you feel like you can’t even trust your own perceptions, you cling to the person supposedly helping you.
Be careful. Trust yourself first.
I found the loose end and I pulled the thread.
I freed the beast – sharp teeth in both heads.
One smiles and sings sweet lullabies
The other turns the truth into an untenable prize.
One slices your veins and blames it on you,
The other denies the existence of any blood, any wound.
They both smile at you as they thread the lies,
Tangle you in knots and watch you with green eyes.
Two heads, sharp teeth, one motive body shared,
Weaving reality and fantasy with flamboyant flair.
Extracting pieces of your sanity and soul,
They grind them to fine dust, cackle and blow.
Girl, go find the loose end and pull the thread.
Watch the mask fall off the beast with two heads.
Believe them both when they smile with green eyes,
But watch those sharp teeth as they weave their lies.
Truth and Recovery 