A good girl

I was born 1956 in Copenhagen, Denmark. My Danish father passed away when I was only a few weeks old. My Norwegian mother took me with her back to Norway, where I still live. 
 
In my early years I often wondered when my REAL parents would come to get me. I so did NOT fit in. At all. I simply did not understand the way they lived their lives. SO much drama! Showing up with so many different masks! And choosing to complicate it all when at a deep level I simply knew that life gets to be easy. I seemed to never be able to see who they truly were. Truth be told: I DID see quite a bit of it, but was far too young to be able to articulate it.

 

One coping mechanism was to become "the observer". Another, to adapt to and comply with what where the rules of society at the time.  Turning me into a very good girl who never rocked the boat and at the same time forgot who she was.  All of which I'm guessing others can relate to as well.

 

For me this was the start of what finally resulted in.....

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Burnout