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to look at a picture of myself and think 'woah... who the heck is that?' while knowing it's 'me'.
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![]() wife. mom. swimmer. writer. trying to live life in spite of depression, dissociation, and PTSD. member of a club that no one wants to join... |
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sigh
About a million frames...of images..! Is it because so many parts have to view and make peace or not with them? sigh I want to love them...mostly I do... but ...my God of my understanding says if you love the outsiders you can love the insiders... hmm maybe love isn't the right word... accept maybe? ...be cheerful about them? ...look how they, insiders (especially the last one) were accepted by my counsellor? They showed them love... some internally do forgive the insiders... some still are stilly trying to accept those ones that look visually like the parent (the dad). It takes time... (it's just a resemblance) wished we figured this out earlier... so much time.
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indeed it does
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It is a miracle that I have survived thus far and I strive to help others see miracles in every day life.
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