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, november 13
gahd.
Och jag letar, jag letar, jag letar - men jag hittar ingenting. Och äntligen känns det som att jag dunsar - men inte tillräckligt.
jag längtar tills imorgon. ska bli trevligt att få lite egen tid i dalby. jag älskar min syster.
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