Recently I was shared this by my therapist:
“almost everyday last year I wrote the date in my diary”
” it is now the new year and we’re well into the month of Februar and I still sometimes find myself writing the year 2024″
“so when it comes to telling you that you deserved love, safety and care and t hat everything is not your fault, of course when I say this, you won’t believe me”
“because you would thought about this several times a day through entire life”
This hit me, it made me realise how much I feel like my entire existence was rooted on how much I did not even deserve to exist.
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