No storm ever hurt a fallen leaf.
How a simple comment can set you back to the years worth of work you did on yourself. A mindless comment probably not even directed at you but just an utterance of their own entangled thoughts. How everything just shatters and reality reduces to being fragments of your imagination once again. "It wasn't even real to begin with", you scoff at yourself. "You weren't real" you tell yourself. It feels like someone punched you in the gut and stole your most prized possession and you couldn't retaliate. Took away your identity. Took away everything you thought you stood for. Stripped you naked. And who comes to your rescue in this nakedness? Ahhh!! your old friend, your demons ofcourse! Now, you're vulnerable, now you're easy to penetrate. And penetrate they do, deep into your skin, much deeper infact. But it feels so familiar that you don't realize it is hurting you, maybe it really isn't . You don't realize it will once aga...