During a dark time in my life, I started wearing hoodies ... as security blankets under which I hid myself and a lot of pain. As I work through the pain, come out of hiding, and pack away the hoodies, this is the holding place for the memories and a reminder to embrace life.
Talking
I haven't talked about this ... any of it. Ever. To anyone. What can I say? Who can I trust? I don't know. And I don't know. I know I can't trust him. He scares me. I think I can trust the friend I am staying with. And my parents. I have to tell them. What the hell do I tell them??? "Hi mom, nothing new to share except I moved out of my house. Why didn't I tell you there were problems? Because I thought I could handle it. And I can't. Gotta run. Give brother a hug." That's gonna be great. I have to tell someone at work something. They've already noticed something has gone horribly wrong. How perceptive.