Do you remember when you told me that I looked happier? I felt like sobbing. My emotions are too much sometimes and I’m constantly in a state of up and down
Your needs were though. As best as I could. I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted. And who we are now is so far apart. I couldn’t communicate. Not then. And now it’s so awful. How could it ever come back?
Therapy opened up why today. I’m tired of hating myself and wanting more and hating myself. It was never you.. your needs matter but so do mine. I’m so sick of destroying everything just to survive
Pages in my journal..
“Dreamt of you. You came into an open door. Everything felt whole, and safe, and passionate”
I have left my door unlocked each night since.”
Trying to figure it out and it’s honestly a nightmare and for the first time therapy actually helped me identify what my brain is doing to myself and honestly this shit is so hard I don’t feel like I’m ever going to be okay
"Tengo miedo de las cosas que tocan mi corazón, Milena. Por eso huyo de ellas y de ti. Te escribo, sin embargo, por qué no puedo hacer otra cosa"
Frank Kafka
I thought I was going to move.. And then I was asked to stay and offered a teaching job. But I’m not sure it’s enough to dig myself out of the hole I’m in. I don’t know what to do