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Clarissa Pierson. Twin. The older one. Sister to several siblings. Friend. Wife.
With one word, my life was no longer my own. Four letters and my sense of self is decimated, all but forgotten. The woman reflected in the mirror is no longer recognizable. I'm sad for her. Yes, that woman is me but I question if it should be.
Questions are all I'm left with as I try and fell to gain something from nothing. It's gone. The love, if there ever was any, laughter, joy or happiness have all been devoured. Snatched away as quickly as an inhale.
My life. My chosen path. My sad, little non-existant future. This is my story. A story that breathes a breath of renewal with one choice.
Me.
I. Choose. Me.
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My life. My chosen path. My sad, little non-existant future. This is my story. A story that breathes a breath of renewal with one choice.
Me.
I. Chose. Me.
~Happiness can be found. Even if it's the second time around. ~
Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control, then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else.
Life is funny. It sure has a funny way of showing an individual what type of person they truly are. Hmm, life shows a person all the signs of their weaknesses and sometimes throws them up in their face while beating them down.
In my case, it wasn’t so much … life. It was the guy in my world. It was the man that I’d chosen to give my body and heart to. At one time, I believed he was absolutely perfect and practically walked on water. I won’t dwell on that now. I’ll come back to it later. I want to share how I got to the point of fighting for every breath before learning how to breathe.
I’m Clarissa Pierson. I’m twenty-four years old, the “good” twin and this is my story.