When I was twelve, I thought about suicide. Moving past those thoughts, I wanted to be a priest. Then I met a girl and all those ideas vanished. Guess that was a bandage too, until I was ready to face the wounds. Twenty years later, the wounds opened wide.
Glad you are sorting through and caressing the scars. Like vitamin e or aloe nourishing our skin, our words heal the wounds.
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