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 18
Tonight I have to leave it.
Min mamma ringde mig fem gånger idag utan att jag svarade. Hon trodde att jag stuckit. Att jag faktiskt lämnat Sverige igen. Hah. Önskar jag kunde.
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