Throwback baby pic with my big sis for National Siblings Day. I’m the one on the left with the curls and the big dramatic facial expression. Not much has changed, tbh
my therapist told me that it’s okay to view them as the children they were, those little smiles when I close my eyes— and know what they endured was not okay. Not right. They were victims. We all were.
But the adult version. They are monsters.
It can be both. I can feel and know both.
So I love you both. The monsters you chose to become however, I will not feel guilty not being apart of.
Ever since I was little, I could sense what was in people’s hearts... but believed I was safe with you because there was nothing but light. But the more darkness I felt, the deeper my heart sank into the abyss. It started to consume me, until one day, I realized that the darkness I thought was theirs was in truth mine.