Worn and Broken
I wish I had the right words. I wish I had words at all on days like today, or weeks like this week. There is truly no way to cope with trauma in your life. Well, I should probably rephrase that: There are plenty of ways to deal with trauma in your life. There are very few ways to deal correctly with it, and there are no ways to make it just go away. This space was intended for me to tell the world the story of Ian and Owen. It was a place for me to be a hot mess and not care what words spilled onto the paper because it was in fact, my place to vent. I thought that was all I needed. I just needed a place to be real, to be broken and to be insanely raw with my emotions. It helped…but not like I had hoped or imagined. You see, I assumed, after a few months had passed, that my life would just go on and get back to normal. I thought to myself this was another difficult stretch of time, more difficult than I’d like to deal with, but it was fine-beca...