Funny how as children we’re told ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’ i realise as i’m leaning over the sink wretching, i feel the bile burning my throat, my head spinning. My heart feels like its shattered into a million tiny pieces, my eyes sting as i fight back the tears. Youve done it again, I let down my guard and you hurt me again. Words are more powerful than we think, like the 3 words ‘i love you’ those words uttered over and over can build you up, they can tear you down too.
I never expected us to live happily ever after not after all this time but you made me believe you were sorry, made me think you were the person i fell for, made me feel like nothing had changed. Again it didnt take long before you hurt me, dont know why i’m suprised – but still i grip the side of the sink to stop myself from crumbling apart, i slowly count to 100 and i remember some advice my friend gave me ‘dont sink, keep swimming’ i just kept telling myself youve been here, youve got through this, you find yourself putting on the mask – the i’m ok mask, the one if you put it on eventually you will be ok. When you hear their voice or when a memory blazes so strong it seems real you tell yourself. Just keep swimming.