triggered
pain in chest
tears rolling
down cheeks
before I even
realize I am crying
want to curl up
under the desk in a
tight ball
cover my head
watch out for falling
debris
triggered
snow ball
rolling down
a mountain
picking up speed
growing bigger
and bigger
by the moment
rocky ravine ahead
looks like I’m going to
crash
triggered
nerves jangling
hypervigilant
trying to calm my
breathing
go to a quieter
safer place in my head
grateful to be alone
scared to be alone
don’t know how
not to be alone
hate feeling alone
triggered
fractured images
in a mirror
distorted perceptions
no longer know
what I look like
can’t bear to see the
reflection in the
camera lens
can’t tolerate the
objective proof
that I have come undone
😕💞
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TY OP
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I got you girl😁
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Thank you! Means more than you know.
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*Sending many hugs in your direction*
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Thank you Phoebe.
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You touched!
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Not quite sure where you were going with this Vidur. . .
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Maybe I drew on my own emotions….. Reminded me of memories which had been stitched up and believed to have healed, and those moments you realise that the stitches can still come apart, and inspite of all the convincing, the wound is still much more than just a scar…
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I was just confused by the incomplete sentence “You touched”. Thank you for the explanation. Stitches are a great analogy, aren’t they?
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my bad… 🙂 and yes they are!
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Brave post, not sure ‘like’ is right the term.
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Understand– sometimes there needs to be an “I see, I acknowledge, I hear you” button
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😥🌻🌷🌼💐
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Alone is good sometimes, but you need that one person to stay with you, who understands and silently whispers you through it.
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That’s a beautiful image.
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🙂
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