think the weird part of being a child who is in between worlds— an antevasin— is that you constantly have to reject the part of you that doesn’t fit in that particular time, so it’s a constant game of people-pleasing, and code switching. But this constant rejection does so much damage, because that part of you is also a vital component that should never die, that’s just an essential part of you as any other. It hurts.
I had experienced too many things that I couldn’t process, and this was just one of those things, there was no final destination, nothing in mind.