childhoodtrauma
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dear God,
with a capital G,
is their any way i can say this simply?
how do i tell mom
that i don't know what's wrong with me?
that my brain steals
locks
hides
memories
I wish I could love myself
Or know how to forgive oneself
After putting her through so much
So lost her soft touch
Full of fear
I woke up not being able to breathe. My breaths, quick and short. My mind was racing, trying to understand this new pain I was feeling. I was surrounded by flames, they touched my back but brought no pain.
