I'm so scared.
Of not being understood.
Of being invalidated.
Of being dismissed.
Deflected.
Disconnected.
I'm tired of this isolation.
It's happened for far too long that my body keeps believing it's still happening.
It was still happening recently, too.
Giving myself things that are meant to be given by others is a lonely, painful life that I refuse to live.
But I have to live this way.
I have to.
No matter how much it hurts.
There's no winning.
I give it to myself, I become numb in return.
I ask for it from others and I get rejected and denied.
There's no winning.
















