💜 Hi Rebecca, reading what she did to you gave me the chills. She was evil. “You could die in here.” She planted the seed, turned off the lights and locked the door.
I would have died.
I reread this now a few times and come back to this: a part of you died in that closet. Spiritual crisis. The body, traumatized so much, the soul said I’m out of here. Dissociation. Fawn. Play dead. This has the energy of an out-of-body experience. Even feels like a NDE.

Your soul left, and went home to the turquoise light.
So traumatic, you could never say I ~ because to acknowledge”I” spelt death for you as a child. You wouldn’t dare tell your parents in fear of her doing it again.
Oh, my, God, that woman saw your light and couldn’t bear to be around you.

The timing of my seeing this post now is a synchronous sign. Words you have used, including the word Mrs. S, have significance for me. The trail master is connecting dots.
It was time to tell your story.
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