It’s hard to deal with some of the past and the shit in my head when I know some of it is a shared experience with you. And it is a reason for both of our current behaviours and why we understand each other. We have shared trauma and we are trauma bonded. All three of us. I have no question about that. I don’t always get angry by the person you are, and you have gotten far more forgiveness than you were ever worthy of. But it is what it is… this is our world… we are both very broken and we deal with the things in our head separately when we should be dealing with them together.
Ptsd is a bitch and it’s constantly reminding me of who I was, and why we aren’t whatever we should have been. My ears started long before you and in my head they will continue long after I’m gone. Same with you. I could be gone in your life agian and the ghosts will still be there.
Some days we can deal with them, other days those chains rattle too fucking much. And nothing I know to do can fix either of you, or myself.
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