Trying to unplug this evening & watched the movie Dog. Recommend it. Afterwords, PRIME advertisement for The Sound of Freedom came up. Clicked it to watch, but 5 minutes in, as the Dad is on the bus going back to pick up his kids, I turned it off. My gut told me they would not be waiting for him.
Made it all thru adulthood by burying shitso deep it never saw the light of day. I was hollow, but I functioned. The last 3 years have eroded close to 50 years from me. It’s really not fair. There is no one in my life interested in pulling out the broken shards of an 11 year old girl, so I need them to stay buried.
Capeesh?
How are survivors supposed to take another year or two of this? I am raw as I have been in 35 years.
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