life is twisted. Just when you think you have over come everything, buried your childhood trauma. It finds ways. Dressed up , cloaked well it sends it back.
It wants you to deal with it again and again and again. “Why would you do that, Life?” Haven’t I lived through it enough? Why would you want to bring back triggers? And dress it up like this?
i haven’t rested, should I run? But this is also the best part of my life, how do I run? The pillow is wet going through buried memories. I thought it would never come back….life is twisted
Silent Expressions 