Sometimes I look at my hands and wonder which life they belonged to. Was I once tending to soil and carrots, or was I gripping a blade in the dark? It’s strange how the soul carries scars from battles we weren't even sure we'd survive. Speaking of survival... does anyone else feel like they're just living on borrowed time after a certain "event"? Asking for a friend. 🥀 #FirstDawn #NewLifeOldScars #Survivor