A few weeks ago I noticed that my brother is my childhood trauma. He used to beat me up quiet often and I still vividly remember one time he threw me onto our couch , jumped onto me and beat me up. I don’t know how much of those memories I suppressed over the years.


Yesterday I finally found a good timing to talk to him about this. It felt really good to finally get all this shit out of my system... I feel pretty good about myself ngl. This was also the first time in months that I was really able to cry. Felt fucking amazing