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"LILITH" Bronze statue in Malbork Castle, Poland.

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And what if we are all just dead people walking on earth, and it’s not death that scares us, but living again one day.

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"The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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nothing feels as good as starting to read again when you haven't held a book in your hand for such a long time and now the setting sun is in your room and there's paper under your fingers and you feel so good about letting the words float into you again

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“non aveva più le lacrime

neanche un sorriso

I vestiti strappati

e gli schiaffi sul viso”

“ma dentro agli occhi aveva la notte

come la luna

e dentro agli occhi aveva le botte

come la luna”

“aveva il freddo dentro

il freddo che ti ghiaccia le mani”

“ma se la stringevo forte

non pensava alla morte”

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living with abusive parents be like: *gets criticized for appearance* *gets called out for something everyone else does without punishment* *gets shamed for not knowing information you were never told* *gets punished for someone else’s bad mood* *why can’t you be more like xyz?* *you’re always like this* *gets left out of any positive family events* *gets chased away from dinner with insults* *gets criticized for spending too much time alone in your room* *gets shamed for not keeping up appearances* *gets blamed for stuff you had nothing to do with*

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Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

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just me and my sufferings, alone

I’m so hurted inside

I just want to stop this feeling

I don’t even know how to call it

It’s not pain

It is drowning me from the inside

I feel my body crumbling

and I just can’t stop that

I want so bad to feel nothing at all

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by Arun Clarke