So this morning before my house wakes up, I am taking a moment to sit with the feelings that aren’t easy. Admitting to myself, I kinda hate this day as a daughter.

It’s strange sometimes viewing the world for so many years with trauma colored glasses. I expect people to leave me, I expect people to not want me in any capacity for any length of time. Deep down for many years I had a deep seeded hate for myself. None of which was warranted, but you see that’s what trauma does. It invaded its host like a virus and destroys anything good inside.