Yet here we are

1. I write silly words to comfort myself.

2. Once someone said to me she lives with terror all the time so she understood me and my terror entirely and I said well the kind of terror I feel could not be lived with all the time because it is literally unendurable.

3. She became angry that I was invalidating her terror.

4. When we endure the unendurable we die and the person who keeps living is a dead person.

5. My therapist has started seeing the dead little girl and she has started taking to her so maybe there is rescue yet.

6. I wonder how much terror I gobbled up as a kid. Must have been a lot.

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