I hate The Flash.
It’s the moment I see my abuser’s name in my Facebook news feed (greyed out b/c she’s blocked, so it doesn’t happen very often). My ears burn. My eyes water. If I don’t get up from my computer and *do something else* the rumination starts to eat me alive. Of course I’m curious where she is, what she’s doing, all that. But I’m doing the right thing by not. So why does it feel so shitty?
Because it is.
Stories That Are All True 