Quick Question: How The Fuck Do I Get Through The Rest Of My Life Like This

not being able to remember a lot of trauma  not being able to explain it  not being able to say why you’re so scared

im sick and tired of the constant reminders of what you did to me

Jess Sharp

*seductively slips into existential melancholy*

It’s okay to miss your abuser.

It’s okay to miss that life.

It’s okay to miss the good times you had.

It’s even okay to miss the bad parts.

It’s okay.

An emotion: *pokes its head through the mountain of suppression I've buried it under*

Me, beating it with a stick: Back! Back!