getting out of survival mode feels like ripping through a spiderweb. it's sticky, gripping onto your skin, holding you back, wrapping around you, encouraging you to stay. stay in its warmth. stay in what's comfortable. comfortable is safe.
stay.
stay.
stay.
no.
I can't stay in a place that's slowly killing me
every trigger pulls me back to that feeling of being wrapped in a spiderweb. every invalidation. every single reminder of what they did to me. my body remembers even if my brain doesn't want to
