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Originally Posted by Só leigheas
"You survived it. You made it. You're not there anymore."
I've heard this a lot, from friends and professionals. They're not necessarily wrong as I'm still very much alive and kicking. My mind, though, that's what is missing out of this equation. So, all of that, "You made it" and crap; it's not entirely accurate.
Then some people get annoyed with what I'm able to do and, even more noticeably, what I'm incapable of doing. "What happened to you? You used to be so alive."
I can't seem to make people see, let alone understand, that a piece of me died. When it was ripped out of me, the remains fragmented. And it's all split and can't seem to be glued back together.
What if what kills me is the same **** everyone thought I survived?
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in a way...you're right...part of you died. And yes you survived. I totally identify with you feeling fragmented. I spent years feeling like that. I felt like I was left with the task of trying to glue the pieces of my life back together without a set of instructions.
For people who come from normal happy families their upbringing is the set of instructions. For those of us without this roadmap we're left to try to create ourselves from scratch. Most difficult task we will ever have.
But it can be done. That's th good news. I've had to create and recreate myself over and over. Each time it's a little bit better.
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