Although you cannot actually remember a parent hurting you and trying to kill you when you are only a baby, it can still leave you scarred in life wondering just why they did not want you and what is wrong with you.
Hope’ is the thing with feathers; That perches in the soul; And sings the tune without the word.
I accidentally fixed myself during that time and it quite frankly, saved my life.
It’s the trust and the bond that we share that is beyond age difference, gender or sexual orientation that I know that he is my true ride or die.
Adult me looks back on that struggling 14 year old, the one who kept going even though she sometimes couldn’t see the point, and I wish I could tell her all the things I know now.
We’re often very good at living in denial and being reminded of any kind of fragility is tough and can hit hard
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