Thank you for caring
But it’s too late
Thank you for urging therapy
But it’s too late
Thank you for trying to make a normal person out of me
But it’s too late

Between the instability, dysfunction, neglect, abuse, illness, and poverty… I lost my soul. My love for humanity. My goodness. My self. My Jewish heart.

Now all that’s left is Martin Buber and Bridget Jones — and fantasies of impossible things.

The only thing that can heal my C-PTSD brain is your love.

And that will never happen.

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1 Comment

  1. Anonymous September 12, 2019 at 11:43 am

    Sending warm hugs- if you want ’em
    You are a courageous soul.


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