*** dont take outta contxt ****
It took a bottle, and trusted people to family come out with it.
She cried harder then she had in a long while
She tried to bary all of it.
But it came out, with every sip it spilled more intense into to her repressed memory
She wants to see if she could hold it. She did, it almost ate her alive but she did
Next morning she woke up with a hangover that made her sleep till four in the afternoon. A friend got her a wonderful omelet with hashbrowns, and coffee, kinda sweetened, gulped water.
And stated to do things she didn’t anymore.
Like dance,
Sing to her.
Smile when she feels asleep
Laugh a little too.
So it takes a bottle, not over doing it to the point of being dependent on it,
Just enough, and a few listeners that wouldn’t judge
Or get too angry
Just listen, gave a small hug, and told her she wasn’t a shity person.
… Later she had a dream that a more innocent past self, come in to her body.
Her innocent was restored……
Now, she walks with a smile.
