I was the happy girl.
The unconditional love girl.
The forgive anything girl.
The bounce-back no matter how hard the punch girl.
The live and let live girl.
The this will not define me girl.
The lover of books girl.
The hug everyone girl.
The cry it out and this too shall pass girl.
The at least my daddy always loved me girl.
And now, I’m the none of those things at all woman.
Grace seeks sanctuary 
As a fellow traveler on the road of parental alienation, your words resonated with me. I am trying to remember who I was before I was a parent.
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m so sorry you’re experiencing this too. I wouldn’t even wish this on my worst enemy.
It’s a pain that certainly seems to change the very core of your humanity and existence itself, doesn’t it?
It almost feels like your entire insides have been gutted out and refilled with shards of glass and rubbing alcohol. Between that and the perpetual sense of shock that this is even possible, much less happening, I think by its nature alone, it alters and redefines a person from every aspect.
In my opinion, a quick and painful death would be far, far more merciful than living with parental alienation.