hell, look inside my head thats where the signs point

the season of joy they call this, not much joy to be found for me this year.To use another over used phrase physician heal thy self, sometimes my gods you cant over the last two weeks i have managed the grand total 4 hours sleep in 14 days and have tried all i can to sleep but the images and nightmares are always there. A raised fist, a loud voice, the scorn, the words all eating away at me from the inside out. I prided myself on having a tough outer skin being there for others helping them through. Inside I am that child trying to avoid another strike or another trip to the dark place and the hurt again. the dark face sneering at the cries and taking pleasure at them. So many years of hurt still there and the child still there hurting lost and alone. The child who put her trust in to keep them safe, I sit here my limbs shaking an empty pit in my stomach dreading the night and the return of the images.It has got worse over the past days and I write this to try and work through to try and get a hand hold before I fall apart.

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