Five: I need someone to know I’m still here, so sad.
I wish I could concisely explain the anger and stress of this weekend. Adult me was all that was available, because little-me can’t handle graduate work and oh, BEING VERBALLY ASSAULTED!
I don’t have the brain power to explain the events that transpired Friday and Saturday.
I just came here to say, little me feels unheard and forgotten, and needs lots a space to breathe and a very long hug.
Sometimes I wonder if the forgotten part is because life happens and everyone moves on to manage the next thing and suddenly no one is paying attention that five is having a panic attack and needs you to be with her.