11.1.23 Some days if not everyday …
Some shit still hurts. Depression and past trauma makes it worse. My mind and my heart hurts. Sleepless nights, opportunities missed, damage to my mind and body …Praying and meditating on something that may work. So that I can stay alive but with peace inside on this earth. Trying to remember my worth so that I know it’s okay to be hurt, but to love myself first. Crying many unexplained tears, concealing the painful squeals. Know that you can get through anything especially the shit that still hurts.
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