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 25
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Idag har jag spenderat min dag med Thea. Och med massa ettor som ville snacka Madrid. Det var lite segt, men okej.
Nu har jag ätit och pratat med min brur. Nageldags! Jag tror jag ska köra på antingen zebra eller rosa leopard! Vi får se
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