i usually disappear. not because i want anyone to chase me, but because i don’t know how to explain what’s going on in my head without sounding like i’m asking for pity
Would you wrap me in the kind of hug that doesn't have to ask to explain myself, the kind of hug that says, "You don't have to be strong right now. You can rest here for a while."
do i really deserve all this pain and suffering? am i that bad person to experience this? is this really my destiny? hate check ups, hate not physically fit, hate mentally unstable, hate trauma, hate people throw rock in me
pieces of traumatic events like words, images or urges
reappear in order to construct
the secret language of the pain that we carry inside.
nothings is ever lost rather the pieces merely change direction.
“things stored is our subconscious do not get lost
but rather resurface in our lives as destiny or chance
and having difficulty remembering does not necessarily mean that everything is forgotten...