Holding on gets harder and harder everyday and I don’t really see myself having a future.
nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can’t make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words
Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmotherโs Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
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