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.
tisdag, september 28
Allt är ganska okej.
Jag längtar tills den dagen jag blir kär igen. Jag vet att det kommer att vara helt makalöst. Magiskt. Fan vad jag ska njuta då. Inga krusiduller.
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