i am a pathological liar. i lie everyday about big things, small things, anything really. i can’t stop. when i was 9 i was sexually assaulted by my neighbour. i know it happened, i remember it vividly and im traumatised by it. but because of my lying i’ve tried to tell people what’s happened but i get carried away and exaggerate or twist what happened. not in a way that’s incorrect, it just blurs what really happened that night. im started to doubt if it happened. even though i know it happened.
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