imagine u found a magic sigil on the ground then wrapped urself in it like a blankie except that sigil was actually someone's ward to keep you away from the trauma monster they sealed in the soil. once you realize it's ancient magic- it's too late, you can cast it out of you, but it's left it's mark.

your journey was still worth having, but you will never be the same.

if people think fondly of my old writings, i hope they think of it in the same way the dark souls 3 ending is: a picture of a better world built on ashes of the old one

do yourself a favor & never carry the burdens or trauma of people you have never met, one day you will. it won't make a difference; it's your pain now. so, live your life!