My fat is a symptom of my loss of safety. My binge-eating is a symptom of my chronic emptiness. My scars are a symptom of my inability to regulate my self-hatred and extreme emotions. My anxiety is a symptom of my fear of both the known and unknown. My nightmares are a symptom of the abuse and terror I have experienced.
I am lost and I am shattered, but I am not over.
The fact that I am still alive is a symptom of my strength and hope that I can still get better.
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