Trauma.

Trauma… a smothering sensation that has no end...that offers no breath, no peace, and becomes the enemy of hope. 

It threads its strings into my skin and controls me like a puppet, as if nothing besides my trauma exists… as if I'll become a shell without it. 

Nothing about it is fair, but that doesn’t make it any less real. 

It doesn’t change the fact that this traumatic thing has happened, and how it has molded any view or expectation of what the future will bring. Even if that means taking away the seemingly obvious expectation of having a future. 

The stress from the trauma does it’s best to convince you that there won’t be anything to look forward to. It becomes too easy to be convinced that something is sure to cut the future short… To shatter the glass, and impale every bit of your soul until you are completely consumed.

No, it isn’t fair. 

It’s painful, and it’s very real… even if you’re the only one who can see your trauma.

Don’t let anyone make you believe that your feelings, your fear, or any of it, is silly… because that simply is not the truth. Your pain is real, and valid, and you are not alone. You are strong even if you don’t feel strong… even if you feel completely broken down and exhausted…

You Are Strong.