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Let me look deep into my soul

Time to let go

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“Be OK where you are even if you know you want to change.”

— Unknown

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The lies and misconceptions the white supremacy promotes in order to protect its own lies and genocidal history.

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YES

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15 Symptoms of PTSD

Flashbacks of the traumatic event

Feeling emotionally numb

Detachment from family and friends

Difficulty sleeping

Easily irritaded

Partaking in self destructive behaviour (i.e. alcohol drugs)

Nightmares realating to the traumatic event

Having negative thoughts about yourself

Physiological reations when reminded of traumatic events

Short term memory loss (may not be able to remember parts of the event)

Loss of interest in activities

Avoiding people/anything related to the traumatic event

Experiencing anxiety and/or depression

Difficulty concentrating

Feelings of hopelessness

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Trauma Informed- The Trauma Toolkit

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have you ever been so sad you were unable to cry but felt all of your feelings slowly exploding inside you

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I can’t wait to leave but I know the dreams will stay. And the dreams don’t seem as bad as the real thing right now. But I think when I move out they’ll stay with me and they’ll seem so much worse because I won’t be going through it anymore. And just. Be a constant reminder of what happened. But it’s nice to think that all of this will be in my past.

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Fight Club, 1999

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“Depression cradles me, at night, when sleep refuses to take me in its warm embrace. My pillow, becomes the tissue, as my tears fall endlessly, each carrying another untold story. The sweet lullaby of memories playing in my head, bringing not sleep memories but more pain to me. Loneliness holds me as I shake, not able to keep myself together after the storm of dangerous thoughts hit my mind. My demons had come to kiss me good-night but decided to stay the night and put myself through more pain than I already was in. I lay in the cot made of sadness as the daylight seeps in through the translucent curtains in my room, marking nothing but another insomniac night.”

— //Insomnia// ~S.M.