Dec 9, 2019
Negative Post
Mondays are Killing me.
Killing my dreams My hopes My self-love
One part of me hates myself, and uses Mondays to remember me: "this situation is completely your fault, you got us into this".
This hurt is part of my consequence, then I don't deserve to feel sad, or cry.
She put the medicine inside me & It hurts, really hurts, even knowing my pain threshold is the highest ...
In that moment, I want with all my heart to have a hand holding mine.
I don't want to convince myself this experience will be a learning, I want to cry, to yell, to be the person that I was in 2018, in 2015.
I want to feel I deserve to feel sad, I want to hug my fear... and don't have to go through this .
