+I cannot help but look at these pictures and see the people inside them. Not their ribs or spine, the bumps of their bones bruising their fragile skin. I can just see their unhappiness, the dead in their eyes/grasp/dangling limbs and I connect with that. I feel although I can reach out and touch them, touch that feeling of misery, and it is oddly comforting. We can recover, move forward and grow but for me, I think, these emotions and gaping wounds will always be raw, fresh and with the slightest rip of a stitch it can all begin again.
While I wish it was possible and as easy as to just forget it all, if given the chance I would not make a single alteration. I am a strong person and I might tear myself to shreds with my vulnerabilities but to come through this and to have survived, even if still fighting, I have displayed more resilience and courage than I ever expected of myself.
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