Yesterday I saw my abusive ex in the park. It shook me up pretty bad. Though we didn't talk, I heard his voice. Just seeing him again was too much. Much too much. I almost had to go home. I remembered the things he did to me when I was younger, the way he spoke, the things he said. All just much too much.
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Whispers in the Wind - A Poetry Recovery Journal
PoesiI will be documenting my recovery from various mental health struggles, as well as processing through my time in psych hospitals through the free-verse poetry in this book.
