“And I thought I was free. I was wrong. I didn’t know it then but it was too late- I had internalized my father, interjected him, buried him deep in my unconscious. No matter how far I ran, I carried him with me wherever I went. I was pursued by an infernal, relentless chorus of furies, all with his voice - shrieking that I was worthless, shameful, a failure.”
I have no words really.
— Aug 02, 2024 03:36PM
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