But a subtle shift has taken place, and I suddenly find myself agreeing to circumstances that are deeply harmful to me. And my "agreeing to disagree" in the name of coexisting in peace with energies that are sucking the life right out of me is clearly starting to make me sick.
Yes, these are most uncertain times, and there are no guarantees that the Carolina grass will be any greener than here or elsewhere. But this dark promise of security is just so not worth the price being asked of me to pay.
Someone recently said something to the effect, "When you dance with the devil, you become him." I see now that I absolutely need to move on from here, because I have started to agree to this dance, and if I don't leave soon, I fear I will lose myself to the lulling of this thickly woven music playing ever so softly in the background of my soul.