Cicadas. "They're very vulnerable when they emerge, because the body of the adult starts out soft. It takes awhile to harden up and for the wings to fully push out and develop." This one didn't even make to that point, it died before it could even get that vulnerable.
I'm supposed to be writing my whole life story in 9 to 12 pages, double-spaced, 12 point font. I'm finding it very difficult to get past the childhood parts.
Last night I remembered something. My earliest memory comes from when I was 17 months old. It was a moment that terrified me so deeply that I can remember it. And it made me wonder. How much of my childhood trauma is "just" PTSD from that moment?
It really messes up my entire understanding if that moment explains a lot of other things.
Of course, in the light of today, there are a lot of things that can't be explained by one moment of terror when I was 17 months old. But apparently I like to distract myself with all these weird little things instead of doing the thing I need and want to do.
Shedding the nymphal skin is no joke.
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