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All through out my childhood My dad was there, he was great. When I look back now, It’s conspicuous He was there, just not there for me. He was there, just not there for me. I grew up to seek someone like him to be there for me. To be there for me, to feel valued & worthy. Fact is trauma repeats itself, I felt unvalued & unworthy all over again.   Little did I know, someone like him will again be, just like him.
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
Tragic Irony: Trauma repeats itself
All through out my childhood My dad was there, he was great. When I look back now, It’s conspicuous He was there, just not there for me. He was there, just not there for me. I grew up to seek someone like him to be there for me. To be there for me, to feel valued & worthy. Fact is trauma repeats itself, I felt unvalued & unworthy all over again.   Little did I know, someone like him will again be, just like him.
Trauma repeats itself. Because we don’t know it is trauma. As a way to heal, we add salt to our wounds. So real, powerful & tragically ironic. Off course Lack of awareness, understanding and validation from the world around us and ourselves is reason why.
#trauma#irony#love#pain#awareness#heal
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rarae-aves
29/F
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
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