Jul 20, 2024
And it suddenly hit me.
The trauma finally makes sense. I have been a whole life desperately waiting to be “chosen”.
The ballet solo I never got.
The trophy I never got.
The acting role I never got.
The singing role I never got.
The boy I liked which I never got.
The grades I never got.
The body I never got.
The pleasure I never got.
The romance I never got.
The admiration I never got.
The second child that I never got.
The man I never got.
The happiness I never got.
This is the trauma.
This is exactly what’s wrong.
s.v.
