it’s better to see yourself as a brave traveler who made a harrowing, narrow escape that taught her to trust her instincts that to see yourself as a victim of betrayal who lost everything to some cruel persecuter and now cannot bring herself to trust [anyone].
none of your stories are true— they’re just scripts you created. they are not your life, because they keep you living in the past. […]
instead of searching for meaning and purpose at the literal level, you will find it at the mythic level, where the stories are epic and sacred. when this happens, you will die to who you’ve convinced yourself you are and become a mystery unto yourself. you will no longer ask yourself ‘who am i?’ but instead will wonder ‘what am i?’ and realize that you’re made of the stuff of stars, that you are God appearing in the form of yourself. you’re so much larger than your stories, and you have so much to discover about your potential.