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, juli 25
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Egentligen hade jag velat skriva några fina ord om Max. Men jag tror inte att han hade velat hedras genom fattiga ord i en blogg. Därför ska jag inte göra det. Vila i frid.
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