This is another powerful post from a woman who is one of the strongest I have ever seen… please read, share, and adjust your reality accordingly…
This post is written through trauma, from the place of deep grief, from the place of extreme body memories.
This post is written as a plea, as a scream of the exited woman who is sick of being strong, sick of always being nice and reasonable, sick of acting tough.
This post is a scream – a scream from the soul of my teenage/young adulthood – a scream to say I refuse to be brave, to be calm, to be afraid to express my utter despair.
I write this post for I know the vast majority of those who read this blog have a good heart – a heart that would reach out to exited women when they hit the blank wall of despair.
But I want to write to my anger, write to my pain, write to my deep despair.
I want to those who read my words – but…
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