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, mars 9
Vi får ju hoppas att han blir glad.
Jag är glad nu. Det verkar som att min present till Daniel kommer att fixas. Han blir ju stor på torsdag.
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