still. not calm. fucking numb. what remains is the shell of a human whose insides have been chewed up and spit out. The fucking bile of what they left.
no consideration but an intimidating portion of expectations, accusations, lack of qualifications. the constant reminder of never meeting the standard, a forgotten baseline.
lived experiences don't matter when there's never been a top to the ladder. always another rung, a never ending climb, not that it matters.
alone, stepped on, beaten and battered. the butt of a joke. personal choices up for debate creating resentment and caution for even the right kind of help.
the worry, fear and attempt to control do not aid but cause indescribable emotions.
its understood they come from devotion but with no acceptance there is no way forward
only
inner
commotion
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