I tell myself every day 'You gotta be a little bit selfish, you must put yourself first over anyone else'...but changing Like the habit isn't that easy...
Tbh, I find happiness in helping other people like I do that without being told. The hardest part is that some people come asking for help immediately and I will always try my best.
But aftermath does exist. Everything that happens every day just draws me back to the trauma scenes. Perfect de javu.
I just wonder sometimes why people never ask me how I'm doing. Like am I really okay at that time for people asking for help?
Then my brain just reminds me that 'they always treat you like that for a long time and I'm pretty sure they will continue'.
No matter how many times I tell my brain that I don't care about that anymore, like dude, I'm cool, I don't need people to ask how am I doing, I willingly want to help them...but my body memories just don't wanna let go...
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Inner child voices, childhood trauma aftermath.
PoetryI might not love the current me but I do love my inner child. Sounds funny right? Coz we're basically the same but no, we're not. Children must be protected not to be trained to be such a ruthless person. He's 4 years old. If he falls, pick him up...
