Calmed Counseling doesn’t care or doesn’t believe me.
Aaron himself doesn’t seem to care.
There are limits to what talking or writing can do.
I wish Aaron had to know how bad he’s made me feel.
I could choose how he has to learn.
We go into The Empathy Room and the rules of the room go like this:
I cut myself over and over and each time I do, he’s the one who bleeds and feels the pain.
Then I say, “Now do you understand? This is what it feels like to be hurt by you.”