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, oktober 24
What do you want from me?
Orden svävar framför mig. Vet inte vad jag ska göra av dem. Var jag ska lägga dem. Kan inte ta dem så lägger dem bakom hjärtat. Inte i. Bakom. Dem får vila där så länge. Fel? Elak? Kan inte.
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