Promise
I don't know where to begin. All around me, I feel a heavy burden of pressure. All encompassing, darkness swirling all around me, suffocating. Maybe this is why I need a release, and inevitably I take it on out on the vulnerable, making me the person I don't recognize. I tell myself not again, not today, never again. I inadvertently lie to my face. It's hard to not look at yourself and think what a horrible person you have become. Was this always me, waiting to be unmasked? Was it dormant, waiting for something in my life to change and awake like some beast? The unspoken trauma, the suppressed feelings of anger, resent, betrayal, weakness and everything in between. Despite seeing some professional, I feel that I have not fully worked through it all. Maybe 10%. Some things remain unanswered. Some things remain forever buried, not realizing what kind of impact it has on me presently. Some that have come to realization, the damage that has been done, the damage that...