recovery is slower than i would like but faster than i expected. every time i see a group of kids on the metro that look even moderately like they're from a not upper-middle class neighborhood my heart rate jumps through the roof. all my senses are hammering away all day long; trying to sense the intent of every person who enters within a 7 foot
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Things get better, though. I didn't think I'd ever heal from this wound, and yet as time moves on things make more and more sense, and I can see the lessons hidden behind the fear. Surround yourself with people to whom you are beloved, and know that you're not alone.
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