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Storms are a double edge sword. If you are with friends and family, they give you a reason to stay together longer. If you are alone, it keeps you away from loved ones.
What having a PTSD episode is like using the book Divergent as an example.
Having a PTSD episode is like going into your fear landscape at random inconvenient moments. You feel like your worst fears are happening, and feel like you are really and truly in danger, even though you are safe. The only way to break free is to find ways to convince yourself that you are safe, and what seems to be happening isn’t real.
Anyone else have a friend that knows everything about you, but you realize you know very little about them?
It seems my body has declared war on me.
He let me go, and oh how I’ve flown!
I Saw Somebody Who I Use to Know
It’s strange. You know them. You know them by the way they walk, talk, and breathe. But, what’s happening in their life has become a mystery to you. You can imagine what kind of person they might have become, but you have no way of knowing if your idea became reality.
I love how many people romanticize premature ventricular contractions; they actually kind of suck if you get them all the time like me.
My heart doesn't love me.
I’m cheating on my anxiety with alcohol.
Does something have to be sentient in order to be labeled as good or evil?
He has a body of a killer, but the eyes of a lamb.
Life is like a puzzle; even if it gets split into 1,000 strange pieces it can still be put back together again.
I can hear it in your music, I can see it in your eyes, I can feel it in the way you kiss me goodnight.
I wonder what you’re thinking. I’m still trying to figure you out. You keep me on my toes, but I like it.
I hate how great music can be destroyed by terrible memories.
You just don’t get it, you’re invisible to me now. Please start acting accordingly.
What happened? More importantly, what happens next..?