Feb 20, 2015
A favourite song of mine has transformed and become a trigger song. It no longer gives me joy nor the desire to sing along. All that remind are images that make me cry and hurt. Happiness seems far away and unattainable. Faking hurts me even more, it hurts knowing that everyone knows there's something wrong but you pretend it's okay. The smiles and laughter create a barrier that questions cannot pass. They know, but can do nothing. They want to help but can't because you won't let them. When will I be ready to ask for help? When will I become strong? Will the images ever stop?
