It’s feels like I am on a fast train to the past, a past filled with pain and confusion , a past a ran from as soon as I could.
The past that shaped these deep and dark insecurities that I hide every chance I get.
It’s as if I torture myself by being in this place in this time reliving moments that broke me that shattered me when no one was there to help me
I had to learn how to crawl thru the shattered glass that was my soul, bandage up the pieces that I could to attempt to make a run from it and save myself
They say you have to face your past and push thru it so that you can let it go and I wonder if this is what I am doing now? Living thru this moment, pushing thru the tears and this insane urge to just run as far away as possible!!