my heart is a fiery pomegranate (_remains) wrote,
my heart is a fiery pomegranate


"I feel like a bird brought out from its cage to do a trick on stage and I'm flapping around trying to fly away but my wings are clipped. And you're the magician trying to get me to perform but I'm too scared. Feathers flutter in the air all around me."

"I am not the magician," she said. "I am the first person to hear your story, the person to support and encourage you as you find your voice. This is for you. This is for that little girl, no one's spoken up for her before. This is your power and your strength."

me and my therapist. thursday i go to the police to charge my childhood abuser.
prepare for more posts.)

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