At the same time, I experience fear and anxiety. I've broken the images people have of me, by disappointing them, and feel anger or disgust towards me. I fail. A lot.
At the beginning of the year I made a choice to accept and care for this self, ragged and broken pieces and all. I have not succeeded. I've learned that the impacts, shame and neglect from past events have careied on, almost with a life of their own, like viruses.
At the beginning of the year I made a choice to accept and care for this self, ragged and broken pieces and all. I have not succeeded. I've learned that the impacts, shame and neglect from past events have careied on, almost with a life of their own, like viruses.

when I have decent days, I can see dignity, and even beauty in the scars that come from surviving the emotional and mental damage
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a few for all wanting or needing.