Faye Daniels
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The Ghost Who Refused to Disappear
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 20:56:39 +0000 UTCI had a dream that left a mark.
In it, I was a daughter in a family of witches—three siblings ruled by a cruel and controlling mother. She demanded absolute obedience, drained us of joy, and turned our old cottage in the woods into a silent dictatorship. Eventually, we could take no more. Each of us began crafting magical tools in secret, preparing to fight for our freedom.
I was discovered first. Killed instantly. But that wasn’t the end.
In death, I became a ghost—not gone, just unseen. I lingered in the shadows, whispering warnings, guiding hands, helping my siblings find the strength to end her rule. The fight was long and brutal. But they won.
Still, even with her gone, her presence remained—an evil that had embedded itself into the walls.
When I woke, I knew this was about more than just a dream.
This dream feels like my life.
For most of it, I’ve existed under an unspoken law:
Be good. Be quiet. Be helpful. Don’t take up space. Don’t need too much. Don’t cause trouble.
These were rules I internalized from a young age—especially around emotionally unsafe or volatile people. When I was met with dominance, I shrunk. When faced with chaos, I disappeared. And when I needed something? I buried it.
Even now, as I try to rejoin the world after autistic burnout, I catch myself still obeying her rules.
I soften my voice.
I hide my opinions.
I conform to keep the peace.
I live as “the representative” version of myself—safe, small, presentable.
But inside?
There’s still that ghost version of me—the one who knows what’s right, who tries to whisper truth when I’m too afraid to speak it aloud.
That dream reminded me how exhausting it’s been just to survive.
It’s not that I haven’t tried. I’ve worked, I’ve masked, I’ve cared for everyone around me. And still, I burned out completely.
Right now, I live in the soft—my quiet sanctuary where I make art, reflect, heal. But I’m scared of what comes next. Scared to go back. Scared to lose myself again.
The world doesn’t seem built for people like me.
And I’m just now realizing I never want to belong to it in the same way again.
I don’t want to change her. I want to replace her.
The inner voice that kept me small was necessary once.
She kept me safe.
But now? I want a different life. One where softness is strength. Where rest is sacred. Where who I really am—quiet, reflective, creative—isn’t just allowed but valued.
I don’t fully know how to build that life yet.
But I’m ready to try.
And maybe the ghost—who never stopped believing in something better—will be the one to help me do it.
Comments
Raymond Pierce
As somebody who for decades tried to be smaller, and then slowly decided that I also have the right to exist and to take up space it's a journey. Even now of working at it for over a decade I still have days where that little voice has power. I hope that every day it's voice lessens, but I believe it will always be there. I believe that you can do it, and if you ever need validation there are people that will support you. Big Hugs Faye!
