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.
måndag, september 15
Its cold.
Ögon som rinner. Hostan som rosslar. Näsan, täppt. Huvudet som dunkar.
Jag ska ändå vara duktig och gå till skolan. Eller iallafall ge det ett försök.
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