🐾healing is the hardest part.
I force my eyes open
after my alarm has been going off
for over an hour and I am already late.
I hate the light; I hate the heat
and the cold and the night.
my feet hit the floor and they feel heavy.
I just want to sleep but I don't want to dream;
I can't manage everything,
so I slow down and breathe.
I'm nowhere near who I thought I'd be.
why is everyone else so happy? what about me?
they say it comes slowly,
but I have no idea where to start.
healing is the hardest part.

🐾 mothering the child within,
comforting myself,
giving myself the love I never received from anyone else.
crossing my arms around my body,
embracing the little girl within who needs a hug.
together we will get through this,
we were always enough.
she belongs here, only with me,
she doesn't need to swallow down the sadness,
her emotions are safe to be free.
the little girl inside,
kept waiting for someone to save her,
she never imagined,
she would be her own saviour.
without light we can't see the shadows,
without love we can't feel the pain.
isn't it beautiful to find out
that we are not alone
in our suffering?
after years of feeling as if no one
could understand our torment,
we are found together,
sitting gently with...