Anna
I walked away as fast as I could, my steps uneven and rushed as if I was trying to outrun my own thoughts. My chest felt tight, and every breath came out heavier than the last. By the time I reached my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, closing my eyes.
I don’t know why all these self-deprecating thoughts have come back.
It felt like I had been doing better. Stronger. More in control. And yet, a few words from him, a few emotions I didn’t fully understand, and suddenly I was right back in that space I hated. Questioning myself. Doubting my worth.
I pushed myself off the door and started pacing the room.
I should be happy.
He told me he cared about me.
Those words should have been enough. They should have made me feel secure, reassured, grounded.
