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.
söndag, april 11
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Jag har sökt ett jobb. Ett jobb som jag tror hade varit alldeles underbart. Om jag mot all förmodan skulle ha turen att få det vet jag precis vilka som ska få åka med.
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