i've now found home. i'm so proud, so accomplished, so grown and still growing. i cried so much, and was treat so badly and pushed aside. but it taught me that i am strong, i can do anything and i am one incredible person who i am so happy to be.
traumasocialworker: “ I am a big advocate for the use of poetry therapy, and have found it to be a very useful tool for counseling. This particular poetic technique is called an “I Am” poem. The poem is a fill-in-the-blank exercise, which is great.
Is it possible to feel so much, that you never really know what kind of human you are? If you are filled with monsters or love or pain or chaos? I do not really know what to make of who I am, but I am waiting, nearly bursting, for someone who can.
When I look back on my life, I can see the pain I have endured, the mistakes I have made, and the hard times I have suffered. When I look in the mirror I can see how strong I have become, the lessons I have learned. And I am proud of who I am.
No my old self died with my child right now I'm so lost in grief I have no idea who I am anymore