// I grew up with alcoholics. What this means, is that I grew up with Noise. Lots of it. I feel I've adjusted over the years; I've grown accustomed to the barrage of screaming, bottles breaking, cupboards slamming. But lately, I'm thinking that "accustomed" isn't the right word to describe it. I've possibly grown a liking to it — Nowadays, calm conversations and hushed banter claw at my eardrums like nothing ever has before.
[ A place for me to jot down my thoughts, feelings, and experiences with being a system as a result of trauma. This comic will include graphic topics (EDs, Implied self-harm, mentions of trauma), so keep that in mind before reading! ]
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