constricted
I'm sick of trauma, of not being able to feel, of being scared, of being numb, of thinking to keep away the fear, of trying to explain things that I can't even understand, of trying to remember and trying to forget, of not being able to smile or laugh without effort, of nightmares, of self-hatred and feeling like a fraud in my own body. I'm tired of trying, but not trying doesn't work. I'm tired of having control, but I can't lose control. I'm tired of my screaming sounding to myself like whining. Despite being sick and tired, I have faith that things can get better and that these battles eventually fade away.