Ooof I feel that pain of knowing how your family sees you as a caricature of yourself, but it’s a version that was trying to survive back then. Even then, it wasn’t the real *you*
that’s exactly what it is—me/us trying to survive back then. like first of all, kudos for us for figuring out a way to stop just surviving, on our own. second, we clearly grew out of that so let us. i see you, lady.
Ooof I feel that pain of knowing how your family sees you as a caricature of yourself, but it’s a version that was trying to survive back then. Even then, it wasn’t the real *you*
that’s exactly what it is—me/us trying to survive back then. like first of all, kudos for us for figuring out a way to stop just surviving, on our own. second, we clearly grew out of that so let us. i see you, lady.
honest, vulnerable, and also beautifully written. there’s so much bravery and strength in your words 🤍🤍🤍
thank you, truly. that means so much. 🥺
your hurt is felt through these words. pain. sorrow. but also bravery. your honesty is refreshing. i'm not affraif of any of you.
thank you my darling, for always seeing me