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My World is changed.
My Comfort Zone is breached.
This is not uncomfortable.
This is Painful.
Don’t tell me it can always be worse.
Don’t tell me that to grow, I have to ride out the hurt.
Because it costs me my peace.
It deprives me of my sleep.
It drains me of my energy.
It makes it hard to breathe.
I should be able to rest when my body demands it.
But my demons chase me even in my dreams.
I could remind myself that something worse could have happened to me –
But that means it’s okay to invalidate how I feel.
And how she feels.
And how he feels.
Just because the wounds are things that you cannot see –
My Home has been breached.
I am a little less of Me.
It is not uncomfortable.
It is Painful . . .