<At a great personal cost, I survived.>
I lost great chunks of my self. So I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I’d be walking up a street and think this isn’t how I felt before when I walked it. This wasn’t how I felt inside. I used to be exited, I used to be alive. Now I just avoid the things that endanger me, and those things though minimal minimize the joys of life. Things I can’t enjoy anymore. So much fear. I can’t get my head around it. why I am not the same. Will I find myself again? Or will life continue to suck, killing off pieces of me untill there’s none.













