I am so sick of this, whatever this is. I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I want to be held, to be comforted. I want to run, screaming my head off all the while. I want to disappear. I want to dig a hole and hide. I want to take a bat and beat the hell out of something.
There is a lot of anxiety and panic. Fight or flight syndrome... I'm ready to take flight!
I'm ready to cut myself, to mutilate myself so that I am truly ugly from the outside in, to make my outside match how I see my inside.
How crazy is that?
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Sexually Abused by my father. Raped as a young adult.
No comments:
Post a Comment