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Anyone else overly attached to their therapist? 😭

I learned how to disappear before I learned how to ask for help

i wish i could explain how exhausting it is to exist when your brain never feels like home. like i’m always visiting, never living.

every time i let someone close, i regret it. but every time i push them away, i regret that too. i’m a contradiction that doesn’t know how to love without ruining it.

I don’t exist when you’re not around

sometimes i look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. like i’m trapped inside a stranger who just happens to have my face.

Sometimes I wonder if I even exist when no one is looking. I shift so easily into whatever someone needs me to be, and then I’m alone again, and I don’t recognize what’s left.

I don’t know how to need someone without resenting the fact that I do

I want to speak, but the words get stuck somewhere between fear and my throat.

You ever feel grief for the person you could’ve been if none of this ever happened to you?

You say I push people away. I say I build exits for when they leave.