Yesterday I turned 30 and realized it was now half my life ago that I was institutionalized. I’ve spent the day with body memories of being strapped to a table while I fought and screamed. My body hurts and feels overly sensitive. I feel scared. I have tried to talk about it when and where it is useful.
Mostly I just try to make it through another day of being me. Today was a harder day than many. I hope that tomorrow involves less terror, anger, rage, crying, and pain. These are old ghosts. They may look like they are winning a pitched battle today, but I can outlast them. I’m still alive.
yep.
you could be dead.
alive is better. mostly.
kiss your kids and give ’em hugs.
I did. The day ended ok. Thanks, pal.
Reading this, two days later, I am hoping that they have been kinder to you.
That was the low point of the week and mostly it’s been alright. Every day you try to do a bit more, right?
It is! *hugs*