Trauma is like a sauna.
Full of fog and heat, which continues to get to you, one way or another.
Either you suppress it or face it.
I just feel like a broken glass vase with no control.
I cannot be taped nor can this be escaped.
Even if I accept everyone else just oversteps.
My thoughts are random dots and now becoming knots.
Hard to figure, difficult to understand…
How do I express it when it all feels like it is a failed test?
Broken hearts, confused minds and societies all blind.
I wish mental health was taken seriously and more importantly.
I wish it was seen as more than just a darkened burden.
I wish I could love everything and not worry about being vulnerable.
I wish my softness would not be used against me with such badness.
But…
I will continue to love because every bad experience will not minus the positive experiences.
Maybe something bright will find me with the light.
May we be full of love.
I love you.
Find yourself, Love yourself and better yourself.
muni’s thoughts 