I don't have to feel that way anymore.
I found pictures I drew, a child curled up under a blanket, clutching at a teddy bear for dear life. BAD BAD BAD bombarded the child outside of the blanket, as tears rolled down their cheeks.
I'm not that child anymore. I'm not being bombarded by those thoughts. Things have calmed down.
Another pictured depicted a garbage dump.
A lone hand sticks up out of the rubble, a foot protruding underneath the garbage heap.
I felt like garbage,worthless, discarded.
But I don't feel that way anymore either. I have worth, and I'm not that person anymore. I'm not garbage.
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