I pretended for so long that I didn’t have any emotions. I remember legitimately wishing that I could be like Spock. I didn’t want all of these feelings in my head and in my heart. Now that I’m older, I’m grateful for them. I’m grateful that I could cry at the drop of a hat. I’m glad I feel so strongly now because for so many years, I tried to drown it out. With pills, with alcohol, with reckless self-destruction. But now I’ve come to peace. I know that I feel so strongly and that’s so valuable to me now. My empathy is a gift, not a curse.

I don’t talk about it, ever, because it’s still difficult for me to speak about it, but I’m a recovering alcoholic. And I see your posts talking down to addicts. We all see you. And you don’t realize just how hurtful your words can be. It’s not the dregs of society you think you’re talking about, but your brothers and sisters too.

happy halloween I’m uhh hermione 

BETRAYAL