trauma exist when we name it
There are wounds that bleed invisibly. Scars that don’t show on skin. Pain that lives silently within us, shaping how we see the world, how we trust, how we love.
the betrayal was so loud, but the apology didn’t make a sound
sometimes we push too much ourselves to other people
to love ourselves, we sometimes have to be selfish, and sometimes others just take advantage of us. There’s nothing wrong with opening our eyes every now and then and seeing what we should have seen all along.