“I can’t bear to be in my head. I can’t bear to hear and see everything, over and over. That is all I hear—the snapping of his neck. His last words to me. That he loved me.” She whispered, “I didn’t deserve that love. I deserve nothing.”
I know that ache of being trapped in your own mind, where every memory feels like it’s echoing your unworthiness. Even without her pain, I feel the weight of thinking you don’t deserve love—like your own thoughts are the sentence you can’t escape.
