suddenly remembered this blog.
still going to therapy since 2018. still having flashbacks about that time of my life. still crying over the fact that i was only nineteen and couldn't tell anyone. still can't tell when someone's joking. still asking for reassurance every five minutes. still always panicking. still being afraid of pills even if I'm the one who has to take them now, but what if one day i lose control?
my heart is beating so hard as i write this even if no one will read it.
am i turning into them?






















