Dear Ave,

30th July.

I think about it. Had a bad dream today. A sibling beating someone up at home- a woman, I don’t know who. Woke up with my heart pounding in my chest.

I cry for my childhood, for my family, myself, my brothers and sisters who do not know how to love each other, never learnt, never really experienced it.

I don’t know how to love them either.

I never know what I’m going to feel everyday.

one day I’m okay and feeling like I can take on the world

the next I feel so tired and exhausted

and don’t want to speak to anyone

Therapy can’t/won’t work

Healing will only take place if things are laid out

apologised for

by the people involved.