My brain feels like a scraped knee that’s slowly being sewn back together day by day with new flesh. Relived and in awe at the way the body knows how to heal itself when I didn’t think it possible; itll probably leave behind a scar because a wound like this must leave something behind, right? A reminder of once was, not letting you escape and forget; following you wherever you go. But maybe, eventually there will be no trace after all for I’ve yet to know as I’m still healing from a knee wound deep within my brain.
Mentally I’ve been through more than one should and I’ve come to terms with things over the past two years that I never thought I could and my brain is healing when I didn’t think it was possible.. when someone has gone through trauma you never think you’ll get better.. but slowly so slowly bits and pieces start to heal..