I am not alone within myself.
I woke up around 3 am, I was on my back porch, teddy bear in hand, thumb in my mouth, my cheeks were wet. I don’t remember walking there or even waking up.
My vision is lagged. Stop motion.
I told my therapist that I feel stupid about how much this house impacts me. I shouldn’t be so upset over it. It seems that even the mention of my cousins name sends me into a shell.
Vulnerability seems to be consuming me. Some sick nostalgia that lingers in the walls is suffocating me.