
DrinkingInHell
As long as there is death, there is hope
- Dec 26, 2024
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I found today to be incredibly difficult. Memories resurfacing and the fact that I truly hate myself coming to the forefront of my mind. I cried a lot, sobbing and pulling at my hair thinking about what has happened to me in the past. Trauma is a leech that is ever determined to stay attached to you. Even now I wipe tears off my face while writing. Something I often feel is that living is an arduous task. Everyday of my life seems similar to the last. I ask myself, what's the point? Why do I keep forcing myself to continue? I wonder what I will have planned in the future. I curse the names of those who hurt me so deeply in my childhood, ruined me, broke me into pieces that I haphazardly put together into who I am now
I have a therapy appointment tomorrow, hoping to swing by chick fla before to grab some of their morning menu. Wish me luck. Time to go watch some black mirror
I have a therapy appointment tomorrow, hoping to swing by chick fla before to grab some of their morning menu. Wish me luck. Time to go watch some black mirror