The recurring feelings of hurt, abuse, neglect, failure (fill in the blank) begin to define who we are, and we fear we won’t know who we are if we become someone BEYOND or WITHOUT that pain.
Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.
Feeling the Feels
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
PTSD / doesn’t happen to me / that’s for soldiers / and survivors of abuse