It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar.
It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up.
But maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap.
Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward.
It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little bit messed up.
Before we can step up.
torsdag, juli 17
Smile like you mean it.
Vi åker imorgoooon. Först till sthlm, där vi byter till nattåg, som åker till luleå. I luleå ska vi ta en buss till kalix. där hämtar pappa oss och kör oss till stugan.
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