Healing Felt Like Identity Theft
It's not the crying It's not the flashbacks It's not even the grief
It's realizing how many years you spent introducing people to a version of you that was trying to survive
Then one day you wake up and the mask doesn't fit anymore.
The laugh sounds different The music sounds different The things you tolerated start making your skin crawl.
You miss people you shouldn't. You outgrow people you once needed. You look in the mirror and recognize yourself for three seconds before the feeling disappears again
Healing isn't becoming someone new
It's meeting the person trauma interrupted
And sometimes that meeting is awkward as hell
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