All those times we were left and walked away from. Abandoned. All those times we forgave and made excuses for why this happened over and over and over again.

There's not even scars yet from this. Its all open, bleeding, wounds. That's festered through time. Torn open. Bled through again and again. But never closed up to heal.

The pain and suffering ( Read more... )

Ever since the move I feel like I can breathe differently. I'm making better choices for myself. I'm putting most of my focus on what's good for me. I'm even drinking more water.

Of course it could have to do with Sir being part of my life. They make me make good choices. The love, care, and encouragements is just mind blowing to me. I'm not used ( Read more... )

If you give a broken mind a place where it feels safe, it will want to stay there, and /or re-enter that space as soon as it leaves it.

There are few times in my life where I've felt safe with other people. There are few times when I've even felt safe in my own mind, as my demons have been needing a lot of time and love to stop trying to kill me ( Read more... )

I'm having a low point, a small dip. And this is when I realise how bad I was hurting by your neglect and avoidance. You asked me earlier today if I was OK. I thought I was. But now when I'm not, I'm far from comfortable comming to you, to lean on you, to trust that you're there.

However. It didn't take me long to reach out to Sir, and let them ( Read more... )