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, januari 11
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Det blev en sjukt najs kväll. Maten var underbar, sällskapet var underbart, känslan var underbar. Nu ska jag sova och imorgon blir det frukost med min vän Anna Carlsson. Kommer jag inte upp i tid skadar hon mig.
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