Hello Friend, I'm so happy you're here.

Call me Cadaline. That’s not my real name but serves the same purpose. Names aren’t that important anyway. At least not for people like me. The nobodies of the world. 

We have names, but no one learns them. We scream, but no one listens. We know the truth, but no one believes. We seek trust, but only find betrayal. We yearn for love, but find comfort in cruelty. We have emotions, but aren’t allowed to feel. We have substance, but are invisible.

We are the children raised by trauma. Innocent souls doomed to carry the weight of atrocities on tiny shoulders. Conditioned to believe we are insignificant and deserve every bit of pain received. Taught love is obedience through normalizing fear. 

We grow into broken adults wearing the face our abusers molded. We learned survival meant hiding our suffering, finding comfort in the mask. We stuff the pain in little boxes and bury them deep. Hide the shame. Hide the guilt. Don’t let anyone see. Leaving the mask on is safer than finding our true identity.

With brains hardwired for max anxiety and depression, we survive but fail to thrive. We live day to day, unable to fathom a future without strife. Love is weakness. Happiness is a myth. Hope is futile. 

Because unbeknownst to us, the mask we hold so dear serves a nefarious purpose. It perpetuates the cycle. We yearn for toxic and crave disfunction. It’s all we know. It feels safe. 

We build walls instead of bridges. Isolate instead of mingling. Live in our heads instead of reality. We self destruct anything outside the comfort zone of chaos.

Worst of all, our mask is a target. A flashing red beacon for every predator we encounter. A sign we’re well trained in the shame game. Easy prey. We’re fuel for narcissists, pets for sociopaths, toys for psychopaths. 

It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. But the mask must come off. It’s time to break the cycle and find ourselves. It’s time to heal. Time to thrive.

Don’t worry, you’re not alone. We’ll do this together. 

I’ll start by telling my story. That’s the hardest part. Facing the past instead of hiding from it.