Killing Me Softly
Negativity is insidious. And I thought I had none of it! I was the positive one in my family. All cup is half full, smiling, rooting others on, and looking for the bright side of life’s circumstances. On the outside that is.
Negativity had shuttled my sister down a path that ultimately led to her suicide at 29. I wasn’t like her at all. Or was I?
Years later I realized that while I had not killed my physical being, I was murdering myself every day.
I was like that song, “Killing Me Softly” by Roberta Flack. The death of me was daily and it was softly.