(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
Healing looks a lot like having shit load of anxiety and breaking down for no reason in the middle of the day.
I’ve been broken since forever. Lately, I’ve got my shit together.
How you ask?
With the help of a lot of music, love, therapy and writing about it.
But there are days when I call Dumbledore and my therapist 50 times (I’m not even kidding). There are days when I’m light as a popcorn. There are days when I contact the people in the past and remind them karma is my boyfriend. There are days when I forget they ever existed. There are days I want to go out and meet people and also days when I cancel all plans and listen to Taylor Swift and read. There are days when I shout at my mom because of the weight and days when I try to mend with words. There are days when I forgive and also days when I’m bitter.
This is what healing looks like. It is not a single line going up. The line falls down and goes up and it’s back to down again.
But that’s okay because I’m trying each day.
rachana rajan <3 