Freedom?

Scales fell off my eyes last week. Ones that were lasered to me as a child. Scales that kept me in an alternate reality so I could survive. When they were gone I did not miss them. But pain increased. They fell off my eyes in one area and then I looked around and realized they were gone in every area of my life. I saw how I enabled, coddled, made decisions, used my voice to protect myself from real pain. My scaly decisions caused pain... yep... but not the deep pain that comes from reality. That pain sucks. Hurts like a bitch. But somehow it is a cleansing pain. And I feel more like ME than ever. In the pain I am gaining a sense of self that I never could before. I am more woman. More open. My eyes do sparkle. And tears are easier to flow without anger and hopelessness drawing them.
I have avoided choices. I have sacrificed my essence. When the scales dropped so did my need to please others. My beliefs blossomed and matured overnight. I can handle tough with grace. Injustice no longer brings anger.