Just Because You Can’t See My Pain Doesn’t Mean It’s Not There
There is a heaviness I experience frequently that I don’t speak of, mainly because this is the closest I’ve come to putting it into words.
Baring my soul on virtual pages, hoping others feel less alone.
There is a heaviness I experience frequently that I don’t speak of, mainly because this is the closest I’ve come to putting it into words.
Some relationships are meant to last forever, and some relationships are meant to give us lessons.
My love for you is both incredibly simple and complex at the same time.
I wish I could explain why I woke up to a light that burnt out unexpectedly, to a numbness from my past that I didn’t think could return.
He left me with the belief that I was defective, that in some way I was broken because my father didn’t love me.
Facing trauma is hard, but what’s even harder is admitting to the world that you weren’t always a good person and that your actions resulted in someone else’s suffering.
Most of all, I want to say thank you.
I hope you’ll forgive me.