I will always be that same little 5 year old desperately wanting her father to love her…

"it is what it is" -i mutter to myself quietly as i proceed to take it so personally that it destabilizes me so severely my entire perception of reality is shaken to the core, i feel like throwing up, blacking out, bashing my head against a wall, screaming from the top of my lungs and crying until the skin under my eyes look like feet when they were soaked in water for too long

"trauma dumping"? "oversharing"? nah fam i was telling you my origin story not my fault the author likes dark fantasy

The one thing no one told me about therapy was because while working through my trauma, anger would arise.

Anger for those who caused the trauma. Anger for those who put a child through hell.

Anger for the injustice the child got.

Anger is the only thing I feel.

Anger consumes me.

- H.B