11/19/2017
Time is moving slow
How could this have happened?
I’m having arguments in my head about how I should feel
I can’t do this again
9/16/2017
I want him to feel it. I want him to live in it like I have all these years.
I’m tired. I’m tired.
This fucking God that everyone talks about never came for me. He didn’t care whether I screamed for him. He watched it happen.
10:50am
Why does this feel so good?
The anxiety is silenced. The thoughts are quiet. Muddled.
I think I’m too broken to be anything anymore.
Who the fuck would love this?
9/2/2017
(Dream)
I was somewhere with family.
I’m holding a small baby. Maybe 6 months. She’s dark and has a lot of dark curly hair.
My family takes turns holding her.
I feel protective, anxious, and I watch her.
She comes back to me.
Is she mine? Who is she?
I play with her. She’s very happy and adorable.
Then he comes
He takes her from me.
I wake wondering if the girl is mine, or is she me?
8/28/2017
He was talking about his mom. Seems like a good mom. As he is talking about her, I think of mine. I feel my eyes tear up but I don’t cry. He’s lucky. I feel it. The part of me that’s still waiting for mommy to show up. The hurt is still very much apart of me, but at the same time disconnected.
I want the pain to stop.
7/13/2017
(Dream)
It was about him. I was in my room but the set up was different. I had my bed that way years ago. He was on top of me. I disappeared in my head. Out of my body and I was overcome with shame for giving up. Giving up on the life I wanted. I feel nothing but I’m crying. He’s yelling at me. I awake.
My skin is flaring up.
7/8/2017
It was an attempt to distract myself. My nightmares have been so bad. I get maybe 3 hours of broken sleep a night. I’m a mess. I hate myself. The crying never seems to stop. I make a mess of it all the time because I hate the messy parts of myself. I’m tired of this feeling. I rather not feel. There’s something in my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t calm it.