dear post traumatic stress disorder,
you really are my worst supporter
so good at making me feel ashamed
you tell me i should have been the one who got blamed
daily flashbacks of the trauma…
daily flashbacks of the torture
and even though i have aged
you make sure the memories remain
thank you for changing my perspective of how i see the world with my eyes
thank you for always reminding me of how one day changed my whole life
you printed the stains on me forever
why do you not want me to just get better?
because of you no amount of therapy sessions will ever give me enough strength to scrub myself clean
to erase all of the traces, trauma and flashbacks of what happened to me as a teen
dear ptsd,
why do you love me?
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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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