What My Bones Know

running isn’t working. I need to do something else.

I thought I could outrun my past.

so many people I’ve loved have left.

I am the common denominator in the tragedies of my life.

The tendency to overshare and trust the wrong people.

Sufferers of complex PTSD have undergone continual abuse—trauma that has occurred over a long period of time, over the course of years.

There’s no way someone with your background couldn’t have it

I’m so tired now. Thirty years on this earth, and I’ve been sad at least half that time.

I care and I care, and I hate myself for it.

The pain is a fanged beast that I’ve battled a hundred times throughout the years, and every time I think I’ve cut it down for good, it reanimates and launches itself at my throat again.