A sick sick child

I was sick, or am I still?
Let's just stick with was for now I think.

It fragmented my reflection, my mind with filled with voices. I might be better now, but sometimes my reflection still feels fragmented and empty.

"Oh you sick sick child. You will never be what you used to be."

I feel like this subtle nagging in my brain will never pass. Eventhough I kind of starting to see a future. I will always feel the marks this left on me.

"Noone will ever love you smth like you normally."

Maybe, is this punishment? For what I might have done? Everyone tells me I didn't deserved it. Why can't I feel this?
I feel better lately.. But sometimes I get these feelings. They don't last long enough for me to feel important noting to my therapist. Like this was my life for years, doesn't feel unusual.