I’ve been through this pain before, thanks God I survived. It hurts like walking on broken glass, and it leaves scars in your heart and mind, memories are poisonous.
It took me a year to recover from the first punch and six months to feel free again. To smile again. To feel happy with a group of people. To open my mind to new possibilities
It hurted me so much when I found out that ”it wasn’t real”. I was still alone, there was no one by my side.
For a minute I wanted to disappear, to die. Nobody won’t notice. Nobody would care.
Then something changed, somebody appeard standing in the middle of nowhere.
He was there to support me, to walk by my side, to take my hand and guide me. Now i’m afraid of loosing that person who really understand…