Reluctantly getting up.

I have to get up to sort a few things out. It’s not something I want to do. Things are upsetting me but certain others at the centre of those things aren’t making an effort to address them. I’m trying not to show my anger again because it’s not going to help. I’m just going to look as if I’m throwing my dummy out the pram being immature. I’m not. As someone who is affected by trauma things can affect me in an unexpected way. I’m not being ridiculous… I’m rightfully hurt.