surviving trauma and living with the grief and trying to understand what that means. There are so many poignant images in this. In the best intentions, being treated like a dandelion and maybe with a fragility, but not wanting to be that, pushing away for self-preservation. Being treated like a symptom, the push-and-pull of what you've survived and still live through, what being an open wound means... will it heal? Will it always be never fully closed because that pain will find a way to seep through?
So much depth in this and emotions and I am speechless because you've chosen to share this with us, <3 always