(from Harry’s POV)
I’ve realized that I’m normal.
I don’t think I have schizophrenia. I’m really confident of this.
That brief moment of doubt of being poisoned seems like something that I was just afraid of because of all the pressure that was put on my mind.
The anger and frustration that everyone apparently saw was a normal reaction to abnormal amount of harassment, domestic abuse, manipulations and gaslighting.
Just because of my different childhood and evil people I dealt with in my past, the amount of BS that I went through was immense.
I feel no matter how much I write here and explain or no matter how much I prove myself sometimes it’s all in vain because the cycle seems to repeat itself again and again.
I feel like I’m just speaking to the void at times.
Sometimes it’s really funny the way people try to hurt me by saying I stare or something silly like that. It’s all just noise to me because I think I’ve already said and explained it numerous times here that I don’t identify with it and it’s like saying I have green hair. Still people seems to stick on to the preconceived notions fed into their mind by the death eaters.
Since all this is out of my hands. I’m going to do the only thing that’s in my hand and that is set boundaries and cut the people who cross the line out of my life. I’ve realized I really don’t need to have extraordinary amount of forgiveness and love because I can’t survive in this world with that.
Even though I’ve said it enough number of times and if it is all going to the void then I’m afraid that’s the only choice I have left with me.
To keep my boundaries, self respect and self love in place and vibe alone till I find my tribe.
rachana rajan <3 