didn't kill me, can't kill me. still alive bitches. still kicking, still enjoying life despite it all. and oh how fucking sweet the taste of it all is. like the first long drink of water after a year of thirst. like a cool breeze on the neck in the hot sun. like the first break of light after the depths of night. I am alive alive alive alive despite EVERYTHING and I have so many years ahead of me. so what if I lost a year? if it's taking me time to recover? my healing deserves my energy as much as my creation. piece by piece. piece by piece. I am becoming again. like a tree, leafing out after the winter. watch me stretch for the sun as I feel her warmth again. watch me drink up the rain as she visits me again. I am determined to flourish.
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sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go
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Done losing my mind!
Feels good to be out of the Hellscape™️
Dont appreciate that I was triggered, and repeatedly triggered for multiple days by someone who said they cared about me, but its okay now!
I hope Cat has the life she deserves :0)
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