(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
I don’t think it’s going to vanish forever even if I’m healed.
Like what happened today with that woman who switched seats. I don’t think it might have anything to do with me. Maybe she was just embarrassed or something. Idk, people in the past always fucking doubted me, so my first thought when something like that happens is trauma reaction.
I so need to work on that🥹
When I’m gaslighted as well, my first reaction is going haywire. That’s trauma response.
I always have that thought at the back of my mind that people think I like them when I see someone when I go out, again trauma response. I battle that thought out of my mind each time.
I get so scared sometimes because of my trauma. I don’t think I can heal 100%. I’m close to it right now. But there are traces left.
I might need to constantly work on these thoughts and tell myself things are okay now.
Ah, I’m just proud of myself that I’m able to understand and articulate these thoughts. That’s the first step.
rachana rajan <3 