I don't know how to be here. I don't know how to sit with you. To whisper the dark, bloody secrets. Bile floods my brain and I'm left wondering why I am so very insane. Maybe when I figure out how to stop running away from myself I'll know how to be here for you.
You aren`t alone in this, Kat. I`d like to open myself up and share the scary bits, the scarred bits, and my attempts to get help. Well, sometimes, I`d like to. Whenever I try, though, I shut myself down. Well, most times I do.
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Thank you Jim. So very much.
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