The Great Big World

‘On an evening such as this
It’s hard to tell if I exist
If I pack the car and leave this town
Who’ll notice that I’m not around’

~ Barenaked Ladies, Pinch Me

There have been many days (more often than not), where I’m convinced the world doesn’t even know I exist. They may see me, but they don’t see me and look right through me.

It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain unless you’ve been there. With everything that’s gone on with the narcissist in the last 18 months, it’s only made it worse.

Looking at everything that has happened, at everything that needs to happen – it’s all very daunting. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Invisibility. It’s a superpower that some may want, but it’s a burden I don’t need.