i am coming back to me.
i am not my traumas, my mental health or my pain and suffering. i am not the things that happened to me. But they are part of me. They have shaped me, affected me, and caused irreversible damage. To deny reality is to deny who i am. Denying my own rights, dignity and voice. I have been walking the lonely and difficult path less traveled - I can assure you that it is actually harder than they say it is - because I wanted it to end with me. I am still working on it, for all of those things I wanted to end were passed on to me growing up, and possibly by past generations. I am realizing, once again, how hard I can be on myself. But perfectionism was also a trauma response. Anything less than perfect was met with lack of love, punishment and abuse. I don't love my traumas, but I am learning to love my pieces. I became so dissociated from my body, myself, and my soul, but little by little, i am coming back to me. To safety. i am coming back to me - I love this. It is my res...