I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my

I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my
I’ve been burning down invisible bridges,setting my heart on fire.Hiding in the shadows of a memory,collecting my fading scars Maybe the worlds still turning,leaving me
I’m terrified to be here, but there is safety in it’s emptiness. The echo of only my own footsteps traipsing down the vacant grey halls
Last week we seem to of accidentally opened Pandora’s box of mental madness by opening up in therapy a little about one of the childhood
If I am an adult, I must have once been a child.If I am married, I must have said I do.If I am a mother,
I’m getting frustrated with parts of us,Recovery from trauma is a slow process, I understand that but We have been in therapy 5 years, longer
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