The Fantasy of a Hero

· Education,Grief

I’ve been conditioned to be the hero.

I am the perfect match for an addict who will just keep taking.

I rise to the challenge of giving everything to meet others’ needs, to make things better; to “be” better. To strive for the accolades, even while inwardly drowning in the lies of “never being enough”.

I hear the call to rise in every sermon, every teaching. The call to sacrifice myself. To confuse my faith, and hope, and generosity, with a twisted definition of love that knows no boundaries and has no limits.

The fantasy of being a hero.